ORVILLE LAVERN “PAUL” MADSON

THE BEYOND MISS ME
It seemeth such a little way to me When I come to the end of the road,
Across to that strange country, The Beyond; And the sun has set for me,
And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be I want no rites in a gloom filled room,
The home of those of whom I am so fond. Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long,
And so for me there is no death; And not with your head bowed low.
It is but crossing, with abated breath, Oh! Remember the love that we shared.
A little strip of sea, Miss me, but let me go.
To find one’s loved ones waiting on the shore. For this is a journey we all must take,
More beautiful, more precious than before. And each must take it alone.
See?, it’s all a part of the Master’s plan,
A step in the road to home.
So when you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends that we know, And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me but let me go.

In Loving Memory of
ORVILLE LAVERN “PAUL” MADSON – 82
Born April 2, 1917 – Malad City, Idaho
Passed Away February 9, 2000 – Washington,, D.C.

Funeral Service – Feb. 14, 2000
Benson-Horsley Funeral Home

Invocation – Parke Madson, brother
Vocal Duet – “How Great Thou Art” Christie Oja & Jill Blaisdell
Remarks – John Garrick, brother in law
Vocal Duet – “Goin’ Home” Christie Oja & Jill Blaisdell
Family Prayer – Jack Madson, brother

Graveside Service – Malad City Cemetery
Dedicatory Prayer – Grant Madson, brother

Military Rites by the American Legion
Ernest W. Jones Post #65