In loving memory of
Margaret Elaine Peterson

Born in sixty-three in winter light

Minneapolis sky so cold and bright

She learned young where her strength would start

In quiet faith and a steady heart

She came to Fargo chasing dreams

Trusting God in changing scenes

Met Glen laughing in the hall

Said yes to him and gave her all

Two young lives beneath wide skies

Built on love and sacrifice

She lived her days in simple grace

With gentle hands and a steady pace

In every prayer, in every meal

Her faith was quiet, strong, and real

If you ask what mattered most

It wasn't wealth or grand applause

It was serving God and loving close

The family He chose

Steve and Dawn and Mary grew

Front porch summers, morning dew

She packed the lunches, held the line

Whispered prayers at bedtime

Choir songs on Sunday morn

Meals delivered, burdens borne

Every house they wandered through

She made it safe and she made it true

Through every storm and every test

She trusted God to do the rest

She lived her days in simple grace

With gentle hands and a steady pace

In every prayer, in every meal

Her faith was quiet, strong, and real

If you ask what mattered most

It wasn't wealth or grand applause

It was serving God and loving close

The family He chose

Sara's laugh and Michelle's smile

Eve would sit with her awhile

Cullen with his small hand raised

Listening as she softly prayed

"Fearfully made," she'd always say

"God will guide you on your way"

Seeds of faith in hearts so small

The greatest gift she gave them all

She lived her days in simple grace

Now Heaven holds her resting place

Though we weep and miss her here

We stand in hope, not in fear

For the promise still is true

Christ has made all things new

And somewhere past these tear-stained eyes

We'll meet again beyond the skies

"Well done, good and faithful one"

Her earthly race is run