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To: James F. Hopkins who wrote (16595)	3/23/2003 1:50:42 PM
From: J.T.	Respond to of 19219

OT... Kentucky Rose Our hearts and prayers are with those soldiers and people who have lost their lives and the current POW's. For the POW's, for those who have given their lives, for those who have lost their lives in the WTC, to all loved ones and family members and all they represent: Kentucky Rose Sun comes up - Sunday morn On the little church where I been since I was born And there he stood - a hearty smile You could hear his voice ringing out for a country mile And he could place your mind at ease With his tenderness and a heart That aimed to please A pauper's hands - a farmer's clothes Just a preacher man we called Kentucky Rose He worked the soul like he worked the land He spoke in ways that anyone could understand Simple words of simple faith And when it came to love He would go out of his way A helping hand A soothing chat And he practiced what he preached - imagine that And as far as kindness goes There was none compared to old Kentucky Rose Evening stroll 'cross Shyler's bridge That's when he saw the boy Trapped below that rocky ridge he knew the danger he would face But it's as if he saved the child Only to take his place For on that ridge of stone and ice Kentucky met his maker in a sacrifice Why he's gone God only knows Maybe for the company of his Kentucky Rose So peaceful in his Sunday best He was buried on a hill and laid to rest When people heard they came in droves To say their last goodbyes to sweet Kentucky Rose Now, on that hill One flower grows They say it's the spirit of Kentucky Rose... Michael W. Smith ************* Best Regards, J.T.