You were our budding flower,
Just about to bloom.
When in that awful hour...
You were plucked away too soon.
Although you've gone to God above,
We will always feel your love.
In all the things we see each day...
All the flowers along the way.
All the birds up in the trees,
In the gentle summer breeze...
Then at night before we sleep,
In our hearts this thought we keep...
God's garden has more beauty where,
Our Krystal flower is blooming there...
A Prayer for Krystal
(and for children everywhere)
Dear Lord
Take our Krystal flower
She was transplanted there
Show her around your heaven
Keep her in your care
Down here we are weeping
The weeds have grown so tall
Give us the strenght lord
To pluck them one and all
Then our children can play lord
As children all should do
And not be returned o'lord
So soon back to you
Written by Karen Gregorek in loving memory of her niece,
Krystal Dawn
Steadman (08-25-90 to 03-19-00)