Lacey Jo Burns
February 12, 1994 ~ April 16, 2008


Lacey Jo Burns was born on  February 12, 1994, in Tahlequah, Oklahoma to Leisa JO Simmons and Blakely Allen Burns.  Lacey was a memeber of Bunch Baptist Church.  She was an 8th Grader at Stilwell Middle School and a memeber of the girls basketball, softball and track teams.  Lacey was a member of the select softball team, "Crushers" and enjoyed all outdoor activities.  Lacey had a passion for shopping with her Mom, bestie Jacie and her Maw-Maw.

She was preceded in death by her maternal great grandparents, Betty Jo Leatherwood, Henry and Dona Green.

Lacey is survived by her parents, John and Leisa Simmons, brothers Blane Burns and Jarret Simmons of the home in Westville, Oklahoma.  She also leaves behind, grandparents, Mary Jo and Elwin Green of Cookson, Oklahoma, Uncle Bret, Aunt Beth, Cousins Caisen and Colt Green, of Cookson, Oklahoma.

Lacey is also survived by her father, Blake Burns of Stilwell, Oklahoma, as well as special friends, Rick, Calle and Jacie Doherty, of Stilwell, along with a host of other aunts, uncles, cousins and team mates.

Lacey will be missed more than words will ever say. She touch the lives o not just this family but all those in this town, county and state.  She was a beautiful person inside and out. Lacey will be missed forever!!!

A Child on Loan

"I'll send you for a little time
A Child of Mine," He said
"For you to love the while she lives,
And mourn for when she's dead."

It may be one or seven years
or twenty-two and three,
But will you, till I call her back,
Take care of her for me?

She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
and should her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories
As solace for your grief.

I cannot promise she will stay
Since all from earth returns
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.

I've looked the wide world over
In search for teachers true
And from the throngs that crowd life's loves
I have selected you.

Now will you give her all your love,
Not think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
And take her back again?

I fancied that I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done."
For all the joy Thy child shall bring
The risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shelter her with tenderness
We'll love her while we may
and for the happiness we've known
Forever grateful stay.

But should the angels call for her
Much sooner than we'd planned
We'll brave the bitter grief that
comes and try to understand.

~Unknown~