Daughter of Isaac Newton and Mary (Carriger) Davis. Wife of Samuel C. Davenport∼Epitaph:
dau. of Isaac N. & Mary L. Davis
Loving and beloved wife of Samuel C. Davenport
Born Apr. 22, 1858
Died Feb. 11, 1883
The Prayer thoughts.
Thou art gone, Yet again we hope to meet thee
When the day of life is fled,
And in heaven with joy to greet thee
Where no farewell tear is shed.
Directions:
From Fillmore, east about 1 mile on State Route A, north on County Road 50 0.5 miles to entrance of private farm. Cemetery is on south property line about 1 mile from CR 50. Accessible with permission from property owner only; gate is padlocked.
I am a tiny angel
I'm smaller than your thumb:
I live in people's pockets
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect:
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt that we have met.
Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower:
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels,
That He trains in Angel pools.
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands.
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do.
He said that my assignment,
Is to keep close watch on you.
When He placed me in your pocket,
You were blessed with Angel care.
And I was told to never leave you,
And I vowed to always be there.
dau. of Isaac N. & Mary L. Davis
Loving and beloved wife of Samuel C. Davenport
Born Apr. 22, 1858
Died Feb. 11, 1883
The Prayer thoughts.
Thou art gone, Yet again we hope to meet thee
When the day of life is fled,
And in heaven with joy to greet thee
Where no farewell tear is shed.
Directions:
From Fillmore, east about 1 mile on State Route A, north on County Road 50 0.5 miles to entrance of private farm. Cemetery is on south property line about 1 mile from CR 50. Accessible with permission from property owner only; gate is padlocked.
I am a tiny angel
I'm smaller than your thumb:
I live in people's pockets
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect:
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt that we have met.
Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower:
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels,
That He trains in Angel pools.
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands.
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do.
He said that my assignment,
Is to keep close watch on you.
When He placed me in your pocket,
You were blessed with Angel care.
And I was told to never leave you,
And I vowed to always be there.
Daughter of Isaac Newton and Mary (Carriger) Davis. Wife of Samuel C. Davenport∼Epitaph:
dau. of Isaac N. & Mary L. Davis
Loving and beloved wife of Samuel C. Davenport
Born Apr. 22, 1858
Died Feb. 11, 1883
The Prayer thoughts.
Thou art gone, Yet again we hope to meet thee
When the day of life is fled,
And in heaven with joy to greet thee
Where no farewell tear is shed.
Directions:
From Fillmore, east about 1 mile on State Route A, north on County Road 50 0.5 miles to entrance of private farm. Cemetery is on south property line about 1 mile from CR 50. Accessible with permission from property owner only; gate is padlocked.
I am a tiny angel
I'm smaller than your thumb:
I live in people's pockets
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect:
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt that we have met.
Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower:
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels,
That He trains in Angel pools.
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands.
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do.
He said that my assignment,
Is to keep close watch on you.
When He placed me in your pocket,
You were blessed with Angel care.
And I was told to never leave you,
And I vowed to always be there.
dau. of Isaac N. & Mary L. Davis
Loving and beloved wife of Samuel C. Davenport
Born Apr. 22, 1858
Died Feb. 11, 1883
The Prayer thoughts.
Thou art gone, Yet again we hope to meet thee
When the day of life is fled,
And in heaven with joy to greet thee
Where no farewell tear is shed.
Directions:
From Fillmore, east about 1 mile on State Route A, north on County Road 50 0.5 miles to entrance of private farm. Cemetery is on south property line about 1 mile from CR 50. Accessible with permission from property owner only; gate is padlocked.
I am a tiny angel
I'm smaller than your thumb:
I live in people's pockets
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect:
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt that we have met.
Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower:
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels,
That He trains in Angel pools.
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands.
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do.
He said that my assignment,
Is to keep close watch on you.
When He placed me in your pocket,
You were blessed with Angel care.
And I was told to never leave you,
And I vowed to always be there.
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