WELCOME HOME, DARLENE

On Tuesday, June 8, 1999, at 6:00 p.m.,
Darlene Pierson joined the "Ranks of the Redeemed"
as she finally met her Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.
Mom with baby Ryan, Easter Sunday '99

IíM SPENDING CHRISTMAS WITH JESUS CHRIST THIS YEAR
(Author Unknown)

I see the countless Christmas trees,
Around the world below,
With tiny lights, like heavenís stars
Reflecting on the snow

The sight is so spectacular,
Please wipe away that tear.
For Iím spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs,
That people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music canít compare
With the Christmas choir up here.

For I have no words to tell you,
The joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description
To hear an angel sing.

I can't tell you of the splendor,
Or the peace here in the place,
Can you just imagine Christmas
With our savior, face to face?

Iíll ask him to light your spirit,
As I tell Him of your love.
So then pray for one another
As you lift your eyes above.

Please let your heart be joyful,
And let your spirit sing.
For Iím spending Christmas in heaven,
And Iím walking with the king!

When my life work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide,
When the bright and glorious morning I shall see
I shall know my Redemer when I reach the other side,
And His smile will be the first to welcome me..

†I shall know Him, I shall know Him
And redeemed by His side, I shall stand
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
By the print of the nails in His hand.
†Oh, the soul thrilling rapture when I view His blessed face
And the luster of His kindly beaming eye;
How my full heart will praise Him for the mercy, love, and grace
That prepared for me a mansion in the sky.
†Oh, the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come,
And our parting at the river I recall;
To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home,
But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.
†Thro' the gates of the city in a robe of spotless white,
He will lead me where no tears will ever fall;
In the glad song of ages I shall mingle with delight,
But I long to meet my Saviour first of all..
†I shall know Him, I shall know Him
And redeemed by His side, I shall stand
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
By the print of the nails in His hand.
†----------Fanny J. Crosby
The sky shall unfold....preparing His entrance
The stars shall applaud Him, with thunders of praise..
The sweet light in His eye..shall...enhance those awaiting
And we shall behold Him...then face to face.
†For we shall behold Him..we shall behold Him
Face to face in all of His glory
For we shall behold Him....we shall behold Him
Face to face........our Saviour and Lord.
†The angel shall sound..the shout of His coming...
The sleeping shall rise from their slumbering place..
And those who remain..shall be changed in a moment.
And we shall behold Him ....then face to face.
†We shall behold Him...Oh yes..we shall behold Him
Face to face....in all of His glory
We shall behold Him...Yes..We shall behold Him
Face to face...our Saviour and Lord..
We shall behold HIM.....OUR SAVIOUR....AND LORD
Saviour and Lord!!!!!!!!!
(These beautiful songs were sang in my Mother's honor
during her funeral ceremony by my dear friend
Georgia Sawhook. Thanks Georgia)
Hope, Strength, Security
A stately tree that's strong and tall
With leaves that never fade or fall
Protects you from the heat of the day,
Beneath it's shade you need but stay.
A solid rock admidst the storm,
No rain, nor wind can change its form.
Twill hold your anchor faithfully,
You'll never drift out to the sea.
A tower raised above the town,
No foe can make it crumble down.
The enemy dare not draw near,
With this in mind you need not fear.
Now all these things are Christ you see,
He's hope, and strength, security.
So in these troubled times you face,
Just rest completely in His Grace.
Written By: Gail Rivera.
I have wondered many times over my mother's extended illness,
how I would ever make it through loosing her. She has always been
such an important part of my life! She was my best friend!
I remember so many special moments with her....
chats by the pool while the little ones swam, long chats
on the phone, going out to lunch with her and then sharing
a trip to the grocery store.
Mom was always who I called first in a crisis, seeking advice.
She has been at my side for each and every one of my
surgeries and hospitalizations. Even this most recent
hospitalization from January to April....Mom was there.
How will I live without my Mama?!
*
The beautiful poem above, written by Gail Rivera
was a wonderful, timely reminder to me that my Jesus
will do all those things with me now. And He was with
Mama and me all those times before. I can bring my
crisis to Him on my knee's, I can talk to Him by the
pool or in the grocery store.
It was ONLY with the help of my Jesus that I was able to
gracefully get through Mama's death, visitation and funeral.
It's as though He puts a sheild around you so that you don't
feel the full brundt of the pain all at once.
I still have a lot of greiving to do.
But I know I am not alone. My Lord is with me always.
He is my rock,my high tower from the storm.
And I will greive holding onto His omniscient hand.
"His lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord." (Matthew 25:21)
†"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints." (Psalm 116:15)
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