artist Morgan Weistling~
When the music fades into the past
as my days of life are through.
What will be remembered of where I’ve come
When all is said and done.
Will they say I loved my family
that I was a faithful friend
That I lived to tell of Gods own son
When all is said and done.
Oh how I long to see the hour
when I would hear the trumpet sound
And rise to see my saviors face
See him smile as he says…well done
You might forget my name and the songs I’ve sung
Every line and every tune
But remember the truth of Jesus’ love
When all is said and done.
author unknown
When the music fades into the past
as my days of life are through.
What will be remembered of where I’ve come
When all is said and done.
Will they say I loved my family
that I was a faithful friend
That I lived to tell of Gods own son
When all is said and done.
Oh how I long to see the hour
when I would hear the trumpet sound
And rise to see my saviors face
See him smile as he says…well done
You might forget my name and the songs I’ve sung
Every line and every tune
But remember the truth of Jesus’ love
When all is said and done.
author unknown
3 comments:
When all is said and done, my friend, you can be sure that it will be well remembered how your prayers helped save a life. How your friendship helped brighten a day. How your kindness and gentleness lit up the world - in your own special way. Love ya, sissie-Dea.
When all is said and done, I must thank God for my sisters. All four of them. You are the first I called upon to let everyone know to pray for our Sister--God answered our prayers for Clytie.
Your kindness and gentle heart do indeed light up the world and we are all blessed because of you. ((hugs)) I love you, too SissyDea.
And that wonderful painting just touches my heart, Sissy. It is beautiful--so real. How I love that old old story.
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