Bertha Murray

Miss me but let me go
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me, but let me go.
For this journey we all must take
And each must go alone,
It’s all part of the Master’s Plan
A step on the road home.
So when you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds
Miss me, but let me go.
In loving memory of our Aunt Bertha Murray who passed away July 13, 2005 - always remembered with love,
Mark & Susan Douglas and family.