Pavithra. V

Pavithra V

May 29, 1998 - February 23, 2012

This loving Angel and the little flower that our Lord loved were picked for his garden last February 23, 2012. I really bow down on the faith she exercised on her death bed. She cried only to Jesus, her dearest friend, whom she loved very much till the end of the race. Jesus would have certified her as a true Israelite with no guile. Am sure that she would have been crowned with the crown of life which she deserves. Along with my entire congregation of Bethel Worship Center I share my grief with the parents, her younger brother and all her loved ones. 

With tears running over I dedicate one of the poems of Christina Rossetti to my loving Angel my dearest daughter, 

I watched her play, 

I watched her dance,    

I watched her suffering in bed, 

I watched her buried(sowed), 

But one day I'll also watch her in the coming of the lord...

My soul praises God to showing me a wonderful personality who was made full of faith and conviction...

Good Bye Pavi...

will see you soon...

God Bless...

We Love you...

When I am Dead, My Dearest

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

(1830-1894)

When I am dead, my dearest,

Sing no sad songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head,

Nor shady cypress tree:

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet;

And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,

I shall not feel the rain;

I shall not hear the nightingale

Sing on, as if in pain:

And dreaming through the twilight

That doth not rise nor set,

Haply I may remember,

And haply may forget.