September 6, 2021
September 6, 2021
Pilita,
A sweet little flower, nipped in the bud,
No grief or sorrow knew;
Just came to earth to win our love
And then to heaven withdrew.
No stain was on her little heart,
Sin had not entered there;
And innocence slept sweetly on
That pale white brow so fair.
She was too pure for this cold earth
Too beautiful to stay,
And so God's holy angel bore
Our darling one away,
To join the realm of angels .
She now stands, counted among the blessed,
Looking down upon us here below,
Watching, guiding, guarding
And interceeding.
God, listen to her prayers for us.
My Aunty, still so fresh. Love
A sweet little flower, nipped in the bud,
No grief or sorrow knew;
Just came to earth to win our love
And then to heaven withdrew.
No stain was on her little heart,
Sin had not entered there;
And innocence slept sweetly on
That pale white brow so fair.
She was too pure for this cold earth
Too beautiful to stay,
And so God's holy angel bore
Our darling one away,
To join the realm of angels .
She now stands, counted among the blessed,
Looking down upon us here below,
Watching, guiding, guarding
And interceeding.
God, listen to her prayers for us.
My Aunty, still so fresh. Love