Last Tuesday
afternoon, I sewed the rest of the ninety 3D Flying Geese, then took Loren some
soup, along with cheese and crackers, yogurt, and V8 cocktail juice.
Larry
called to tell me that his mother Norma was not expected to live much
longer. He was heading home from
Fremont; his brother Kenny was heading home from Grand Island. They would be to her house in about an hour.
I went there
a little later. Several of the
granddaughters were there. I got a list
of things we needed from Loren’s house, and went to retrieve them, picking up
Hannah on the way, so she could help me look for things. We gathered birth certificate, old pictures,
and a nice dress. Loren, despite my
protests, carried most of the things out to the Jeep for us.
Later
that evening, our nieces Katie and Amanda brought us chicken enchiladas and
Spanish rice; it was so good. The
hospice nurse came for a while, too.
We stayed
until 10:30 p.m., and then, since things weren’t really changing, we went home. Larry went straight to the loveseat and
collapsed, out like a light. I typed
Norma’s obituary, then washed two loads of clothes and put them away.
Kenny
called Larry at 4:30 Wednesday morning to say that Norma was breathing much
slower, and the nurse didn’t think it would be long. Larry headed over there.
Later
that morning, I walked into the kitchen to give Teensy his food (with his medication
camouflaged in it) (Tiger gets his spoonful of consolation food, too) – and
discovered the counter full of little brown ants!
In all
the years we’ve lived here, we’ve only had the rare handful of ants in the
house. In lieu of ant spray, of which I
had none, I snatched up Mrs. Meyer’s Lavender Multi-Service Cleaner and let
them have it.
On the
positive side, it killed them immediately (and smelled good, into the
bargain). On the negative side, it did
not prevent more coming in – and every ant on the entire property had evidently
been given the notice that there was a new food bar to investigate. I don’t know what the draw was; I don’t leave
food out!
Larry
later recalled that when he brought in those insulated Schwan bags from the
front porch five days earlier, there had been little brown ants on at least one
of them. He’d dusted them off and killed
them all. (Or so he thought.) But what he didn’t know is that squished ants
give off a scent that attracts more ants. And quite likely, some ants escaped to the
Great Outdoors, leaving their chemical trail behind them, so that new ants,
following the trail, poured in under the crack at the bottom of the front door.
For a
couple of days, I kept spraying and wiping down counters, table, floor, chair
legs, table legs. Their numbers
dwindled, but they were persistent.
Larry
brought home several ant traps and set them in strategic places. And then they were gone.
So is my
Mrs. Meyer’s Lavender Multi-Service Cleaner.
Ah, well;
at least the house is clean, and has a lovely, fresh lavender scent.
Hannah
came that day to help me look through photo albums for pictures to display at
the funeral. She went home a little after 5:00 to get ready for
church. I then went to stay with Larry, Kenny, and Kenny’s daughter
Rachel, taking them soup, crackers, and peaches. They’d been with Norma all day. She’d been unresponsive for the last two
days.
Across
the street, the church parking lot began filling up; church was about to begin.
I streamed it on my laptop. God’s word is always such a comfort at times
like this.
After the
service, I went back home, Hannah came, and we went back to searching through
albums.
Shortly
after 10:30 that night, Larry wrote to say that Norma had passed away.
We will
miss her so much; she was so loving and sweet, always doing things for others. But... as Louisa May Alcott wrote as the
voice of Jo in Little Women regarding her beloved sister Beth, “But
those who loved her best smiled through their tears and thanked God that Beth
was well at last.” Just so, we know Norma is ‘well at last’.
I can
truthfully say that my mother-in-law never, ever said one word to me that wasn’t
kind and loving.
Here’s a
picture of Norma (on the left) with two of her sisters, Nora and Betty.
Larry
came home an hour or so later. Upon
learning that we were to be at the funeral home in the morning, visitation at
the church would start at 4:30 p.m. Thursday, and the funeral would be Friday
at 2:00 p.m. with visitation starting an hour before the service, I called it
quits with the photos. There were many
albums we didn’t get to. We made it
through all of Norma’s couple dozen albums, but I have over 350, and I probably
only looked through 100 of them. The
pictures we’d pulled would have to do.
Here are
Norma and her sister Nora. They were
dressed for a piano recital.
Hannah
and Danielle, Norma’s step-granddaughter, spent many hours putting pictures old
and new on pretty display boards for the front vestibule of the church.
After a
visit to the funeral home Thursday morning with Kenny and his two oldest
daughters, we went to Loren’s house. I
had called him earlier to tell him about Norma, and to tell him we’d stop by
his house.
I am not
sure how much my brother, who is 22 years older than me, understands. He’s sad about Norma – but more like a person
would be to lose a good friend, rather than a wife. He is sorry for Larry and Kenny more than he
is for himself, I think. So I tell him
what I must, and spare him most of the details.
Loren had
their wedding album out on his table and had been looking at it when we got
there. Looking at the pictures helps him remember some things. I asked him if we could display the album at
the funeral with the other pictures, and he seemed to like that idea. I
promised we’d give it right back to him after the funeral. I really like
the book, and I like the verses in it.
He asked
again what exactly caused Norma’s death – it’s like he just can’t get it into
his head that she actually died of cancer; it’s too hard. He gestured at
the album and said, “It was only two years.”
I put a
can of soup and some oyster crackers on his table and told him to eat it later;
he said he couldn’t eat right now ... so I told him to leave that can right
there where he could see it, and hopefully it would cause a hunger pang
later. He laughed at that.
Here’s a
poem Hannah found among Norma’s old pictures. It must’ve been special to
her, because she’d made three copies of it. I typed it up and sent it to
the funeral home to be printed on the inside of the funeral programs that will
be handed out:
THE LORD HATH BLESSED ME HITHERTO
When our soul is much discouraged
By the roughness of the way,
And the cross we have to carry
Seems heavier each passing day;
When some cloud that overshadows
Hides our Father’s face from view,
’Tis well then to remember –
He has blessed us hitherto.
Looking back the long years over,
What a varied path! And yet
All the way His hand has led us,
Placed each hindrance we have met;
Given to us the pleasant places,
Cheered us all the journey through;
Passing through the deepest waters,
He has blessed us hitherto.
Surely then our hearts should trust Him!
Though the clouds be dark o’erhead,
We’ve a Friend that draweth closer
When all other friends have fled.
When our pilgrimage is over,
And the gates we’re sweeping through,
We shall see with clearer vision
How He’s blessed us hitherto.
- from J. Harold Smith’s paper, The Good
Neighbor
I searched for the author’s name but couldn’t find it,
though I did discover it was written in 1889.
J. Harold Smith was a pastor and friend of
ours from Arkansas, and later he moved to Florida. He had a radio
ministry for many years. He died two years before my father, in 1991.
Between the
morning meeting at the funeral home to choose a casket and arrange details and
the afternoon visitation at the church, I had enough time to iron the 3D Flying
Geese for the Old-Fashioned Sewing-Machine quilt. I started putting them
together... got half a dozen done... and then it was time to go.
Keith sent
word that he was on his way with his wife Korrine and stepdaughters Keyara and
Kenzie (stepson Kaiden didn’t come). They would be driving from Salt Lake City through
the night in order to get here in time.
They
arrived at their motel a little after 9:00 a.m. Friday morning. The manager let them check in right away, and
only charged them for one night. They
slept a couple of hours, and then came to the church.
When
Keith walked over to his grandmother’s casket, he got tears in his eyes – and
Kenzie, who’s 12, immediately went and wrapped her arms around him and gave him
a big hug. That made me happy, because
it tells me that Keith loves his stepchildren, and they love him in
return. Keith and Korrine have been married a little over a year and a
half.
Here is
Norma’s obituary:
Norma
June Swiney | 1939 - 2020 | Obituary
Lyle and Norma Jackson |
Norma June Swiney, age 81, of Columbus,
Nebraska, passed away June 17, 2020.
Norma June Swiney was born March 9, 1939,
in rural Lamar, Colorado, to James A. and Ruby L. [Bean] Jenkinson. They moved to Trinidad, Colorado, when Norma
was 5. She graduated from Trinidad High
School in 1956. She married Lyle R.
Jackson on May 28, 1956 in Raton, New Mexico.
They lived in Trinidad, Colorado, where
their children were born, until 1974, when they moved to Columbus, Nebraska.
After Lyle died, Norma married Merlin E.
Wright on June 2, 1988. Merlin passed
away, and she married Lawrence H. W. Fricke on February 14, 1991. After Lawrence passed away, Norma married
Loren D. Swiney on April 26, 2018.
Norma was a faithful member of the Bible
Baptist Church for 46 years. She loved
the old hymns, and played both piano and organ.
Through her life, she often worked as a secretary or a bookkeeper. She enjoyed sewing and various crafts, and
made many gifts for her children, grandchildren, and friends.
Norma
is survived by:
Husband: Loren Swiney
Daughter: Rhonda Jackson of Omaha, Nebraska
Son: Larry (Sarah Lynn) Jackson of Columbus,
Nebraska
Son: Kenneth Jackson of Columbus, Nebraska
Stepdaughter: Barbara Jenkinson
Sister: Betty Cortez of Omaha, Nebraska
Twenty-five
grandchildren
Many
great-grandchildren, nephews, and nieces
She
was preceded in death by:
Husbands: Lyle Jackson, Merlin Wright, and Lawrence
Fricke
Father: James Jenkinson
Mother: Ruby Berry
Son: Lyle Ray Jackson, Jr.
Son: Leonard Roy Jackson
Daughter-in-law: Annette Jackson
Infant
great-grandson: Liam Jackson
Brother: Alvin ‘Tex’ Jenkinson
Brother: Clyde Jenkinson
Sister: Opal Walcott
Sister: Nora Van Riper
After our
service, we drove to the cemetery for a small ceremony. We stuck around for a few minutes and watched
the workers close and lower the vault. I
had never seen them do this before. It
looked much like this (not my photo):
Loren rode
with us to the cemetery. The beautiful old
hymns we had sung and the sermon Robert preached had helped him, and he seemed
very much at peace about everything. He
talked about how helpful Norma was: “She was at my house washing dishes a
lot after the meals!”
That’s
sad, really, but I had to smile about it anyway.
There’s
so often a silver lining to our dark clouds, and here’s this one: Loren’s
loss of memory is keeping him from grieving over Norma’s loss as he otherwise
would have done.
So... we
don’t try to change his thinking; we just give him information as he needs it,
and make sure he knows we love him. People with Alzheimer’s start losing
details, especially new details, more and more as time goes by.
But it’s often a good long while before they lose feeling – and they
very likely feel the love, patience, care, humor, and various other emotions we
give them a whole lot longer than we’d ever think.
So love
him we will.
We
returned to the church, where a generous luncheon had been prepared for the
family. There was pulled pork, sliced
ham, buns, potato salad, coleslaw, orange fluff, a fruit mixture (watermelon,
grapes, blueberries, pineapple, mangoes, and peaches), chips, cookies, and
various things to drink.
Afterwards,
we walked over to the house where Norma had stayed, and the granddaughters and
great-granddaughters chose pieces of Norma’s jewelry, as she had wished for
them to do.
Keith, Korrine, Keyara, and Kenzie visited Teddy and Amy
and their family that evening, and the girls
had a good time catching lightning bugs with Emma, who is about the same age. They put milkweed plants, complete with the
blossoms, into the jar, and punctured the lid to allow air into it.
They are
taking the fireflies home with them in the hopes of populating the state of
Utah with the insects.
Now
before you get all hot and bothered about a disruption and disturbance to the
ecosystem, let me hasten to tell you that there are already lightning bugs in
Utah, though not in the very dry area around Keith and Korrine’s home. Fireflies love warm, humid areas. They thrive in tropical regions as well as
temperate zones. They come out in the
summertime in these environments, existing on all continents except Antarctica.
Fireflies thrive in forests, fields, and
marshes near lakes, rivers, ponds, streams, and vernal pools. They need a moist environment to survive.
Even if
those captured insects made it all the way to Utah, there is poor chance for
their continued survival in the area where they will be released. The ecosystem will not suffer.
Also, there
is a grand plenty of lightning bugs around here; you need shed no tears over
the bugs in the jar. They kept Keyara
and Kenzie entertained for a while, so their lives were not without merit and value.
Now, are
you properly mollified?
Once upon
a time when I was about 9 or 10, my parents and I were camping at a park in
Iowa. I had found a couple of little
girls to play with, and we were catching fireflies. The competition was on, and we were in high
gear, each trying to catch more than the other.
I raced madly about, snatching bugs in midair and off of tree leaves.
Spotting
one on the ground, I dived at it, grabbed it up, and tried to drop it into my
jar.
It wrapped
around my finger.
My skin
crawled.
I took a
closer look – and discovered I had picked up not a firefly, but a glowworm!!!
Oh,
shiver me timbers.
Shudders
or not, I carefully scraped that worm off my finger and into my jar. Mayhap I could win this contest not just by quantity,
but by diversity!
And yes,
my new little friends were properly impressed.
Speaking of bugs, I saw one of those long black beetles in
the house... snatched up a Kleenex to grab him... and he went scampering under
the edge of a rug. I flipped the rug back
to get to him – and a large black spider came rip-snorting out.
I didn’t know long black beetles were into quick-change
costume acts, did you?
The
lilies are all starting to bloom; the yard is colorful. But the weeds are getting robust, since I
haven’t had a chance to do any weeding for over a week.
Saturday was the first day of summer, and it was also the
longest day of the year. I discovered this by reading the comic Arlo
and Janis.
Larry
stayed home from work that day to visit with Keith and Korrine and the girls,
and to make waffles for them for breakfast. They
slept late, on account of forfeiting almost all of the previous night’s sleep
to driving. It was just as well, since we had a downpour until some
time after 10:30 a.m.
Larry had the waffle iron hot and the batter mixed and ready
to pour when they arrived. Loren showed
up around 11:30 a.m. Fortunately, we had
one waffle left, for he was hungry!
Later that afternoon, Hannah took him some sliders from Arby’s
for his supper. So helpful to me, since I
was fixing supper for Keith and his family.
She picked up a few more things of Norma’s while she was there, including
a couple of small ceramic mallard duck figurines that Norma had made.
Keith, Korrine, and the girls left after supper. They had a twelve-hour drive ahead of them,
as they needed to get Keyara and Kenzie home to spend Father's Day with their
father.
They made it by 6:15 a.m. Sunday morning.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired in my
life,” said Keith, “trying to drive and trade off with Korrine...”
I know
from experience that a second siege of No-Sleep-Drive-All-Night, shortly after
a first siege of it, is not one bit fun.
I prayed for their safety Saturday night before I went to bed, rather
late, and again Sunday morning when I got up, half an hour before they got home
(6:45 CST).
Hannah gave Larry the framed song I Will Sing the Wondrous
Story. It has paper flowers arranged
around it. It was Norma’s favorite song;
we sang it at the funeral. This was
Larry’s Father’s Day gift from Bobby and Hannah and family.
Here’s Teensy trying to nap on the Log Cabin quilt. But Larry had it folded and lopped over the
arm of the loveseat, and Teensy slid right down it and onto the loveseat. Do you think the blood is running to his
head?
Hester texted Larry to say she had fixed a dessert for him
(and for me, too!), so we headed out to get it.
The Jeep wouldn’t start.
It wasn’t the battery; the battery was hale and hearty. It had to be in the relay wiring somewhere,
according to Larry.
His pickup was still across the street from the preschoolers’
house, as he and Kenny had loaded Norma’s dresser and free-standing jewelry box
into her van and he’d driven it home.
So... we drove the van to Hester’s house, despite the fact
that it was piping hot outside, nothing but hot air blows from the van’s vents,
and the passenger side window won’t roll down.
That was not the worst part, however. In an empty compartment directly behind the right
rear wheel well, something was making a loud, raspy, continuous beep, only a
wee bit quieter than a smoke alarm going off.
Larry was untroubled, since he could rarely hear it. Aarrgghh.
But we made it to Andrew and Hester’s house, ate pretty
little cheesecakes with fresh blueberries and peaches on top, and played with
Keira. She’s such a lively little
sweetie.
After departing under a brilliant orange and red sunset (no,
of course not; why would I have ever taken my camera with me?), we went to get
the pickup. I drove the van home,
beeping all the way. It started raining
just before I got here. Dodging
raindrops, I dashed into the house.
Oh, look! Victoria
posted a picture of the sunset on Instagram!
It’s in a different location, and it’s a little later and therefore a
little darker, but it’s still plenty spectacular.
Since Larry couldn’t work on the Jeep that night on account
of the pouring rain, we had to drive the pickup to church Sunday.
Huuuumiliating. I
made sure to wear full skirts both morning and night so I could get in and out
of the thing (thank goodness for the step Larry installed on that truck when we
were in Texas), and I chose dark colors, in case he missed some oil or grease
in his quick-cleaning job.
Kurt and Victoria invited us over for lunch after the
morning service, and Victoria sent Loren home with some lunch, too. I appreciate our generous and helpful
children.
Saturday, Keith moved the recliner to the other side of the
living room (a distance of about ten feet)... and we decided to leave it there,
on the chance that there won’t be air blowing right into my eyes like there is
when the chair is against the other wall.
This meant we needed to put Tiger’s bed somewhere
else. I laid it in front of the hope
chest, where Teensy’s Thermabed usually resides, though he never sleeps in it
in the summertime. It’s in the washroom
right now.
Anyway, Tiger just went and started lying down on his bed,
but he got a bit off-center as he was ker-plunking down, and winded up thonking
into the door of the hope chest, which made a noisy wooden ‘klonk’ noise. He paused halfway up and halfway down, making
as much of an ‘ugh-what-happened’ grimace as any cat could possibly make.
He lumbered off of the bed and clambered up on the
loveseat. It doesn’t go ‘ka-thonk!’ when
he lies down on it!
Larry worked on the Jeep last night, and got it fixed in
just a few minutes. A relay wire had
corrosion on it and wasn’t making good connection. He couldn’t get to the point of connection
(at least, not without removing half the engine, he couldn’t), so he wiggled
the wire back and forth until he figured it was pretty well cleaned off. Then he tried the starter – and it started,
presto.
Joseph sent a note wishing him a Happy Father's Day,
writing from a camping trip in Colorado.
They had gone up Pike’s Peak earlier.
Larry and I haven’t ever gone up Pikes Peak – at least not
together. We were going to a couple of
years ago, but decided it was too expensive.
It’s $15 per adult; $5 for children ages 5-17. The price goes by person, rather than by
vehicle, the greedy racketeers. Joseph
got in free because he’s a veteran.
I went several times with my parents. Daddy would drive close enough to the
snowbanks to grab a handful of snow, and then toss it back at me. Then he’d drive reeeeeal close to the
snowbank on my side... I’d jussssssssst about reach it — and then he’d
swerve away from it.
I ‘drove’ it several months ago – via Google Street
View. When I got to the top, I
discovered that the GGWTCOHH (Google Guy with the Camera on His Head) had
trekked right down the side of the mountain, so down the side of the mountain
went I, too! (via laptop)
Joseph said Juliana got sick from the altitude, but soon recovered.
“My wife had Fear of Gravity sickness,
going up,” he added. 😄 Poor Jocelyn!
“Pike’s Peak was on my ‘Need-to-Do List’,” said Joseph. “Now it’s on my ‘I-Did-It-Don’t-Need-to-Repeat-It
List’.”
“We’re moving to my favorite campground ever tomorrow,” he
told us. “Bet you’ll never guess which
one. We stayed there several times when
we were young.”
“Chief Hosa?” I guessed.
“Sugar Loafin’,” said
Joseph.
“Ah!” I exclaimed, “I loved that one best, too!”
Sugar Loafin’ is a nice campground west of Leadville,
Colorado. It’s a beautiful area. We haven’t been there for a while.
“What’s the name of the lake immediately west of the
campground?” I asked. All I could think
of was ‘Bright Blue Lake’, and I knew that wasn’t right.
“Turquoise, I think,” he replied, just as I found it on the
map. Turquoise it is.
Tennessee Creek runs through the campground, too.
“Remember when those bums started a campfire at Chief Hosa
campground, when the ground was covered with several inches of bone-dry pine
needles and no campfires were allowed?” I queried. “The campground owners called 911, and firemen
came and ran them off. Didn’t even let
them get all their things. The next
morning, we fell upon the spoils.” 😂
Larry wound up with a nice camera,
including film... and we found enough cartons of chicken-flavored Nissin Cup
Noodles to feed our entire tribe their supper the next night. We’d never had Nissin noodles before, and we
all really liked it.
Once we were pulling out of Sugar Loafin’ Campground, when
Caleb, sitting between us, said, “Something’s biting me!” He was about 3, maybe 4.
Larry knew exactly what the trouble was: the child had red ants on him!
In a giant hurry, without saying a word, Larry slammed on
the brakes, opened the door of the pickup, snatched Caleb out of his seat, and set
him down on the ground.
Caleb’s eyes were bigger’n saucers. He must’ve thought his father was pitching
him to the wolves, poor little kiddo!
I was yelping, “Tell him what you’re doing, tell him what
you’re doing!”
By then Larry was out of the truck, helping Caleb off with
his shirt, and brushing the ants off of him.
And explaining what he was doing.
Caleb’s eyes gradually returned to their proper size.
“Been there got that t-shirt,” remarked Joseph, upon my
retelling of this story. “Well, the
t-shirt came off very quickly.
“I was training in Louisiana (does not recommend Louisiana
for tourist destination) and was taking a quick second to eat my Happy Meal (aka
MRE 🤢) and was leaned up against a tree and they coordinated
their attack and about 20 of them bit me at the same time. I broke records taking my gear off. Thankfully my trousers were tied at the bottom
and belt was tight so they only got in my shirt.”
More recollections from various trips we took: We were at a park in St. Jo, Missouri, eating
tacos. The park was under a very big Interstate
overpass, which was held up by huge concrete pillars. The traffic was way, way, overhead, so far
above us that even the noise of the big trucks was minimal.
The children, after eating their tacos, went off to play
catch with footballs and frisbees.
Caleb, taking a break from all the dashing about, leaned on one of those
enormous pillars.
I gasped, “Aahhhh!
Don’t lean on that, the bridge will collapse and the cars and trucks
will all fall down!”
He popped bolt upright really, really fast, eyes wide.
And then, in a quiet, reproving tone when his siblings
screeched with laughter, he said, “Mama.”
hee hee
At 3:00
p.m. today, AccuWeather said it was clear and sunny – but it was actually overcast,
and radar showed storms heading our way. I got in gear and fixed some food for Loren, then rushed off to give it to him: spaghetti and meatballs... a cinnamon roll... broccoli... apple juice... and a fruit mixture of peaches, mangoes, pineapple, and strawberries.
While there, I picked up some of Norma's shoes and the Buoyant Blossoms quilt I’d made for her,
and Loren helped me fold it (keep clicking on ‘Older Posts’ at the bottom to
see better shots of the quilting, up close).
He couldn’t remember if it was one Norma had made, or if
I had made it for her. I told him again, and then said, “I promise, I won’t
steal the one I made for you!” He laughed. Here’s his, created from blocks his
previous late wife Janice made: August Bouquet Quilt
At this stage (and he’s probably
likely to continue this way, at least with Larry and me), he’s completely
trusting and agreeable with anything we say. I shall stay cheery and
encouraging, doing my best to help him. Sometimes it makes me want to
cry, though. I really love my brother.
The storm was heading toward
our house from the northwest almost as fast as I was heading to it from the
east. I got home before the deluge and the 50 mph
winds hit, just barely. As I stopped on Old Highway 81 to get our mail
from the mailbox, big, fat raindrops were starting to fall. When I pulled
into our lane, sudden hard winds came gusting through, so that I had a hard time
opening and closing the Jeep doors and collecting the bag of Loren’s clothes I
brought home to wash.
Yessiree, it was willy whewy!!! (Ã la Victoria, age 1 ½
By a quarter after five, it was sunny and beautiful
out, and the wind was barely a breeze at 6 mph.
I popped outside and took pictures of the flowers with all the raindrops
on them, filled the bird feeders, and washed clothes.
When Larry got home from work, he told me about seeing a
mountain lion in a field near Duncan at about 8:00 a.m. this morning.
“You should report it,” I told him – but he said he didn’t
need to, because a sheriff’s car was on the shoulder, and the sheriff was
watching the lion as it sashayed through the field, pausing periodically to
look back over its shoulder. It had probably
gotten too close to a calf, and the mother cow chased it off. Cows aren’t so docile, when something is
endangering their calves!
Kurt, Victoria, Carolyn, and Violet came visiting, bringing Larry
a shave bar, brush, and cup, along with steak and carrots. He generously gave me a bite of his steak. 😋😄
After they left, Larry went to Genoa to work on one of his friend Joe’s
vehicles.
Fact: Deep Relief
essential oils, to rub on sore joints and whatnot, does not cure Benign
Essential Blepharospasm. In fact, it
doesn’t even make it feel better!
I knew you’d want to know.
,,,>^..^<,,, Sarah Lynn ,,,>^..^<,,,
I Will Sing the Wondrous Story
I will
sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ Who died for me,
How He left His home in glory
For the cross of Calvary.
Of the Christ Who died for me,
How He left His home in glory
For the cross of Calvary.
Chorus
Yes, I'll
sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ Who died for me,
Sing it with the saints in glory,
Gathered by the crystal sea.
Of the Christ Who died for me,
Sing it with the saints in glory,
Gathered by the crystal sea.
I was
lost, but Jesus found me,
Found the sheep that went astray,
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.
Found the sheep that went astray,
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.
I was
bruised, but Jesus healed me;
Faint was I from many a fall;
Sight was gone, and fears possessed me,
But He freed me from them all.
Faint was I from many a fall;
Sight was gone, and fears possessed me,
But He freed me from them all.
Days of darkness still come o'er me,
Sorrow's path I often tread,
But the Savior still is with me;
By His hand I'm safely led.
He will keep me till the river
Rolls its waters at my feet;
Then He'll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.
Rolls its waters at my feet;
Then He'll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.
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