The soil on which we’re standing was disturbed so long ago.
It changed our life’s foundation and brought tears and much sorrow.
Now the soil, in its resting movement, does contain the buds of life.
The flowers bloom in heaven for this husband and his dear wife.
And we stand upon the promise that a seed goes in the ground
And springs life beyond earth’s measure of where victory abounds.
Surely tears have watered this garden, with our love for mom and dad,
And still growing is the realization of the gift we each have had.
For the soil thrust hard upon us, with the change and growth of time,
Is a marker in our journey that they’ve crossed the finish line.