Three score years and ten we were given
as it is in the ninetieth psalm written
but paradise couldn't wait to have you
flew away before we could bid you adieu
Days roll into months, and now a year
fondly speak of you- your memory dear-
of your compassionate, generous heart
that lessons of kindness did to us impart
Though the evening may have come too soon
we rejoice knowing with saints you commune
and thank God for the days we together spend
calling you daughter, sister and friend
We accept His will with eyes a-teary
yet our hearts are not a-weary
For death's sting was long removed
when the Christ was hanged in Calvary
