“If I could count the teardrops that had fallen, it would seem like an ocean to me, and if my heart had a window you could look through, oh the pain and scars you would see.”
“But tears will never stain the streets of that city, no wreath of death on my mansion’s door, teardrops are not welcomed beyond the gates of glory, ’cause the hearts will never break anymore.” Thank you, Lord!
A person’s steps are made secure by the Lord when they delight in his way. Though they trip up, they won’t be thrown down, because the Lord holds their hand. Psalm 37:23-24.
For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. Romans 3:23.
All you who wait for the Lord, be strong and let your heart take courage. Psalm 31:24
Be strong! Be fearless! Don’t be afraid and don’t be scared by your enemies, because the Lord your God is the one who marches with you. He won’t let you down and he won’t abandon you. Deuteronomy 31:6
“In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore; in the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore.” One bright morning in the sweet by and by my sister, we shall meet on that beautiful shore.
“There’s a land that is fairer than day, and by faith we can see it afar, for the Father waits over the way
to prepare us a dwelling place there. We shall sing on that beautiful shore, the melodious songs of the blest; and our spirits shall sorrow no more, not a sigh for the blessing of rest.”
“I have heard of a land on the faraway strand this a beautiful home of the soul, built by Jesus on high there we never shall die, this the land where we’ll never grow old. Never grow old never grow old in the land where we’ll never grow old. never grow old never grow old in the land where we’ll never grow old.” My sister is in that beautiful land where she will never grow old.”
“When our work here is done and the life’s crown is won, and our troubles and trials are o’er, all our sorrow will end and our voices will blend, with the loved ones who’ve gone on before. Never grow old never grow old in the land where we’ll never grow old. never grow old never grow old in the land where we’ll never grow old.”
“God be with you till we meet again; loving counsels guide, uphold you, may the Shepherd’s care enfold you; God be with you till we meet again. Till we meet, till we meet, till we meet at Jesus’ feet. Till we meet, till we meet, God be with you till we meet again.” My dear sister, I know that I will meet you again, so until we meet. God be with you, till we meet again. Rest in God’s perfect peace.
“God be with you till we meet again; unseen wings, protecting, hide you, daily manna still provide you; God be with you till we meet again. God be with you till we meet again; keep love’s banner floating o’er you, smite death’s threat’ning wave before you; God be with you till we meet again. Till we meet, till we meet, till we meet at Jesus’ feet. Till we meet, till we meet, God be with you till we meet again.”
“Precious memories unseen angels sent from somewhere to my soul, how they linger ever near me as the sacred past unfold, precious memories how they linger, how they ever flood my soul, in the stillness of the midnight precious sacred scenes unfold.” Thank God for the memories!
“As I travel, on life’s pathway know not what the years may hold, and as I ponder hope grows fonder, precious memories flood my soul, precious memories how they linger, how they ever flood my soul, in the stillness of the midnight, precious sacred scenes unfold.”
When my way groweth drear, precious Lord, linger near, when my light is almost gone, hear my cry, hear my call, hold my hand lest I fall, take my hand, precious Lord, lead me on. Precious Lord, take her hand, lead her on, let her stand, she was tired, she was weak, she was worn, through the storm, through the night, lead her on to the light, take her hand, precious Lord, lead her home. RIP my sister!
Well, her work is all done, and her race here is run, let her see by the light Thou hast shown, that fair city so bright, where the lantern is the light, take her hand, precious Lord, lead her on. Precious Lord, take her hand, lead her on, let her stand, she was tired, she was weak, she was worn, through the storm, through the night, lead her on to the light, take her hand, precious Lord, lead her home.
“Fill Thou my life O Lord my God, in every part with praise, that my whole being may proclaim, Thy being and Thy ways.”
“For the dear ones parted from us, we would raise our hymns of prayer; by the tender love which watcheth, around Thy children everywhere, Holy Father, Holy Father, please keep my sister ever in Thy care.“
“Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way! Thou art the potter, I am the clay, mold me and make me, after Thy will, while I am waiting, yielded and still.” Lord, you have had your way, and I am so thankful that my sister has yielded, and is now still in your loving arms.
“Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way! Search me and try me, Savior today! Wash me just now, Lord, wash me just now, as in thy presence, humbly I bow. Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way! Hold o’er my being absolute sway. Fill with thy Spirit, till all shall see, Christ only, always, living in me!”