In Memoriam

Joann Lovering  1953-2001

To a Wild Rose Heaven's Child, Growing wild, Love will style the lady. She is... love's baby, Pretty wild rose. Momma's sure Papa could. No one minds the garden. Times forgot all Lovely wild rose. God, please tend to her She will need her sunshine. Hearts like hers are few, They believe in sunshine. I want to reach for her, Speak to her, But she's not there.

Now she's gone, Wandered on, We won't have tomorrow. Who will hide sorrow, From a wild rose. She has played Unafraid, Blind to rhyme or reason. Bless her seasons, She's a wild rose. If I had the chance, I would never change her. In life's flower dance, She's the brightest one That grows. Wild rose. Wild rose.

She was more than a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, an Auntie, a niece

She was chosen of God to be with Him today.

And God is always right.

We mourn and grieve, for this is how we are human with frail bodies,

Joann hurts no more, and is healed.

I miss her, but know where she is,

Heaven.

We had the privilege of spending over twenty years together,

Laughing, crying, glad and sad.

We saw what God's creation looked like "close-up" on our vacations,

But nothing compares with her place near to the Lord.

Joann, I love you.

God, I love you,

Jesus, I love you.

Thank you for taking my wife home.

Thank you, Kenny Rankin for permission to quote your song, To A Wild Rose.

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"To A Wild Rose," copyright, 1980, rankin/wakefield/costa
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