SIEBRANDS, Gertrude (Bos) 1915 - 1945

BOS, SIEBRANDS

Posted By: K. Kittleson (email)
Date: 8/1/2007 at 16:38:04

Was Ill for Past Several Months; Funeral Services to be Held Monday

Mrs. Peter B. Siebrands, 30, resident of George for the past several years, passed away at her home here on Wednesday afternoon, November 28, 1945. Mrs. Siebrands had been in poor health for some time. She had underwent several operations and everything humanly possible was done to restore her health and relieve her suffering.

Mrs. Siebrands was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. A. J. Bos, of Boyden. She was born at Sheldon and attended schools there. The Siebrands family moved to Georg about three and a half years ago.

She died on November 28, 1945 at the age of 30 years and 19 days.

Besides her husband she leaves to mourn her death two children, Allen and Dwayne, also 8 sisters, 2 brothers and her parents.

Funeral services will be held from the Siebrands home and from the Hope Reformed Church at 1:00 o'clock on Monday afternoon, December 3, 1945. Rev. H. Rosenberg will be officiating, assisted by Rev. Brink and Rev. D. Mulder. Burial will be in the Hope Reformed Church Cemetery, rural George, Iowa.

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(The following poem is written in honor of Mrs. Peter B. Siebrands. Through these words the author hears her speak to all who remain on the sea of life.)
THE PILOT CALLS

Oh! Sinful soul on life’s wild sea,
The Pilot calls, “Trust in Me”.
Sin’s winds are fierce; your bark is frail;
Then let Him lead thru storm and gale.

The surges roll, and winds ne’er cease;
Sail on with Him in perfect peace.
He’ll lead thee till the night is gone,
And you shall see heaven’s morning dawn.

See harbor lights on yonder shore;
There’s life and peace forever more.
The maimed can walk, the blind can see,
The weak are strong, yea! All are free.

See saints and friends are gatherin’ round
The throne of God. Their songs resound.
They sing for safe within His care,
They know that they will ne’er despair.
He’s calling thee; He ceases not.
He knows they plight; that hell’s thy lot
He’s calling still; turn not away.
He’d se thee thru; respond today.

Look up to Him, He’ll lead thee on;
‘Midst raging storm and tempest strong.
Then on with Him forever more
To perfect peace on Heaven’s shore.

By Rev. H. Rosenberg