Jake Charles Ross III

May 2, 1978 – August 8, 2023

life story

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'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.

The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;

He leadeth me besides the still waters;

He restores my soul; He leadeth me in the paths of

righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil for Thou art with me;

Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before

me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou anointest my head with oil,

my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house

of the Lord forever.

August 12, 2023