HONORED ON PANEL 2E, LINE 82 OF THE WALL
JAMES WILLIAMS STEPHENS
WALL NAME
JAMES W STEPHENS
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2E/82
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR JAMES WILLIAMS STEPHENS
POSTED ON 10.3.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
James is buried at VFW Cemetery, Thompson Falls, Sanders County,MT.
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POSTED ON 10.4.2005
POSTED BY: Bob Ross
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye – 1932
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye – 1932
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POSTED ON 9.13.2003
POSTED BY: Dave Avery
Who Shall We Send
"An God said who shall we send.I answered I am here,send me."
Isaiah 6:8
Isaiah 6:8
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POSTED ON 9.13.2003
POSTED BY: Chris Spencer
NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER
It's said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for family, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush of
quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush of
quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
read more
read less