Sixty-five roses in a vase by a bed,
The thirtieth birthday of a loved father-head.
A foster dad, a favorite big brother, 
A good Christian man, a true and faithful warrior. 

With Cystic Fibrosis his lungs slave away, 
The Doc said he might live to his eighteenth birthday. 
His cheerful countenance is loved by all,
Many memories are made with him to recall. 

Who is this happy man that God has given to us? 
He is our own Josh, who we love, respect, and trust! 
"But how is he so happy, when sick all the time?"
"Because God is my strength!" Josh will always reply. 

Dear God, bless our own Josh with many more years!
Give him peace, give him joy, never sad gloomy tears.
May he live a year for every rose, clear to sixty-five,
And may his story forever testify, as it did throughout his life.