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This page is dedicated to Lula Irene Fultz. Our mother, grandmother,
great-grandmother, and great-great grandmother. She was a wonderful woman. We miss her so much.
On this page you will find poems, pictures etc. If you
would like for me to add any photos that you have, I will be more than happy to do so. Just go to contact Jo Allison
Bond and click my e-mail address and send them to me, and you will get credit for the pictures.
God could not be everywhere, so he created Grandmothers--Author Unkown--
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The Masters Bouquet
The master walked in his garden;
Plucking flowers along the way;
He
plucked one of my loved ones;
to add to his bouquet
My heart at first was broken,
at the loss of one so dear;
But
the tears I shed just washed my eyes
so I saw his voice more clear
My lord had a need for just this one;
For a pattern he has in
mind;
But it is hard for us to see
Why we must be left behind,
Perhaps we are not ready just yet
We need to ripen more
To
reach the full blown fragrance
My lord is waiting for,
To each give forth a fragrance
to each we chance to meet
We
should each be trying day by day
to make our fragrance sweet.
So I'm going to try my very best
To be loving and
kind each day,
So at last I'll be counted worth
To be part of my masters bouquet.
In My Garden
In my garden, filled with flowers,
I sit in quiet prayer
And,
as I look around me,
I see God everywhere.
He's in the fragrant roses,
In glorious array.
Their perfume
lingers in the air
And takes my breath away.
A gentle breeze is blowing.
Sunshine warms my face.
How near
to God I feel,
In this enchanting place.
I see His hand in everything,
Sweet gifts sent from above.
My
soul knows only peace,
As I rest, here, in His love.
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Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free.
I'm following the path
God has laid, You see.
I took His hand when I heard His call.
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay
another day.
To laugh, to love, to walk or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
I found the peace at the close
of day.
If my parting has left a void, then,
Fill it with remembered
joys.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Oh, yes these things too I miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow.
I
wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savor much;
Good friends, good times, a loved ones touch.
Perhaps
my time seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee.
God wanted
me now; He set me free.
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