In Remembrance of Lois Camos:(A poem from Carl Moore's Funeral)
It is not death to die
To leave this weary road
And midst the brotherhood on high
To be at home with God.
It is not death to close
The eye long dimmed by tears
And wake in glorious repose,
To spend eternal years.
It is not death to bear
The wrench that sets us free
From dungeon chain, to breathe the air
Of boundless liberty.
It is not death to fling
Aside this sinful dust
And rise, on strong, exulting wing,
To live among the just.
Jesus, Thou Prince of Life,
Thy chosen cannot die
Like Thee, they conquer in the strife
To reign with Thee on high
- Cesar Malan
To leave this weary road
And midst the brotherhood on high
To be at home with God.
It is not death to close
The eye long dimmed by tears
And wake in glorious repose,
To spend eternal years.
It is not death to bear
The wrench that sets us free
From dungeon chain, to breathe the air
Of boundless liberty.
It is not death to fling
Aside this sinful dust
And rise, on strong, exulting wing,
To live among the just.
Jesus, Thou Prince of Life,
Thy chosen cannot die
Like Thee, they conquer in the strife
To reign with Thee on high
- Cesar Malan
In the day of my trouble I will call upon
Thee, for Thou wilt answer me. - Psalm 86:7
1 comment:
Phil, I'm sorry for your loss, and I know I speak, for my mom, too. I was talking to her today and told her that I saw the news on Geni. I'll keep you all in my prayers.
Love, Nat
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