Ed Matthew
Mary’s funeral was yesterday, I heard from a daughter say, Of hymns and Praise they did sing Last Friday then deep sleep, did He bring. Sat upon her bed and held her hand. In their home, they took their stand. To face the certainty of what was to come, To awake no more and feel the sun. Quietly slipping from life to life. The end of worry, the end of strife. Husband, son, daughter, grand son and great grand son Had gone before The more to meet her, on that now near shore.
No twinkle of eye or smile did I see In her box this side of eternity. But here life went on with each pew filled Declaring this dear lady’s corn was milled.
Ecclesiastes 11:1 Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shall find it after many days. Ed Matthew 12/14/12
Now, Joseph, a just man was he, Had thought to divorce her privily. Until the angel of the Lord appeared in a dream, Saying “fear not,” as all was not as it seemed.
The baby is of the Holy Ghost, he was told, Thus fulfilling the prophecy of old. In Isaiah 7:14, to be precise, And Chapter 53 foretold His ultimate sacrifice.
THE FIRST MORTGAGE, COOK, RHODES & MC CLURE PUB.CO 1898, PG. 138
Blessings. Irene sends her Love in Christ.