-Written by the widow (name unknown) of a missionary killed in Quito, Ecuador-

"THE OTHER SIDE"

This is not death -

It's

GLORY;

It isn't dark -

It's

LIGHT;

It isn't stumbling,

groping,

or even faith -

it's

SIGHT;

This isn't grief -

It's having my

LAST TEAR WIPED AWAY;

It is

SUNRISE - THE MORNING OF MY ETERNAL DAY;

This isn't praying -

IT'S SPEAKING FACE TO FACE,

and it's glimpsing at all the wonders of

HIS GRACE;

This is the end of all pleading for strength to bear my pain;

not even pain's dark memory will ever live again;

How did I bear the earth life before my soul was granted its every deep desire?

before I knew this rapture of meeting face to face with that one who sought me,

saved me,

and kept me by His grace?

This is not death - It's GLORY