Family Tree Home
Front Cover
Page 1
Page 2
Page 3
Page 4
Page 5
Page 6
Page 7

Page 11
Page 12
Page 13
Page 14
Page 15
Page 16
Page 17
Page 18
Page 19
Page 20
Page 21
Page 22
Page 23
Page 24
Page 25
Page 26
Page 27
Page 28
Page 29
Page 30
Page 31
Page 32
Page 33
Page 34
Page 35
Page 36
Page 37
Page 38
Page 39
Page 40
Page 41
Page 42
Page 43
Page 44
Page 45
Page 46
Page 47
Page 48


Oh, beautiful rose in my garden grown
Such charm of color and grace
Did the angels grow in you last night
In heaven's most classical place?
Your petals are pink as a baby's cheek,
Your heart is sprayed with gold;
Did the angels grow you in that
City that never grows old?

No, the angels did not grow me,
Nor did they give me my baby pink,
I bloomed late last night in the darkness
With no light but the stars to blink,
From the dampness of rocky soil I grew
And found color for my face,
Oh, weary soul, faint not, you too
May rise from earth's darkest place.







A lovely rose
Grew graceful and tall
And leaned against
My garden wall,
It stretched and stretched
And grew and grew
Till it was over the top
And out of view.

I thought, sometime, I too,
Spirit soaring high and wide
Will cross to see
What's on the Other Side.