Treasure Island

Alice Lorraine Hill

(Oxnard, CA)

Prayer Of Dedication For The Land Of Lands


Heavenly Father, I place these flowers upon
my parents' graves, fully aware that "Death is not the end".
And that their loving presence is among us today.

In gratitude I say, "Thank You for Your flowing river
of blessing You have given to us
And Your Holy Spirit able to heal all of mankind.

I dedicate "The Land Of Lands" in honor of my parents
and with the same prayer, "Thy Will Be Done"
That marks both of their graves.

Let "Thy Will Be Done", and unite our Country
So that we may grow strong enough to help
All the little children of the world.

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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