

In Loving Memory Of Grandma Rosie |
This page is dedicated to my husbands grandmother, Rosa Lemasters. All the grandchildren called
her Grandma Rosie. She was loved very much and her favorite thing to do was to quilt. She sewed all
her quilt peices by hand with such small fine delicate stitces, after she finished peicing her quilt
she would set up her quilting frames and quilt her beautiful handiwork. I always looked forward to going
and seeing a quilt set up in her bedroom where I would sit happily and quilt with her. We have
wonderful memories of Grandma Rosie, She loved to work in the garden and would be caught stopping and
smelling the beautiful old fashioned roses. She was a wonderful Grandmother and a wonderful lady to
know. I have placed her picture here for all to see, Our youngest daughter Kayla Sarah Rose is her
name sake and I know that if Grandma Rosie was alive she would love her 3 great grandchildren that she
never got the chance to meet. Though Grandma Rosie has passed on and is a much happier place, she
is missed by all. Our children have come to know her very well, I show them pictures of her and tell
them about Grandma Rosie all the time and how much they would be loved by her. We miss you Grandma Rosie!
Grandma Rosie was a member of the Wileyville Church of Christ to find out more just go to Church
Of Christ
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Welcome to Church World. This site was made by Betty Smith. This is our home Church Of Christ
in Langeloth Pa. Betty is a dear friend and sister in Christ
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Music: Sweet Beulah Land press button to hear
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Lyrics to the music
Sweet Beulah Land I've reached the land of corn and wine, And all its
riches freely mine; Here shines undimmed one blissful day, For all my night has passed away. refrain
O Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land, As on the highest mount I stand, I look across the sea, Where
mansions are prepared for me, And view the shining glory shore, My heaven, my home forever more!
My Savior comes and walks with me, And sweet communion here have we; He gently leads me by His
hand, For this is heaven's border land. Refrain A sweet perfume upon the breeze, Is borne
from ever eternal trees, And flowers, that never fading grow Where streams of life foreve flow.
Refrain The zephyrs seem to float to me, Sweet sounds to heaven's melody, As angels with
the white robed throng Join in the sweet redemption song. Refrain
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