A Simple Witness

Long years you have striven,

Long time have you prayed:

Your life is a witness,

Christ Jesus you praised.

Amid tears and struggles,

Thro’ death’s craven vale,

Your hope was the promise

That Christ shall prevail.

Your body grew weaker,

The Curse took its toll,

But still you remembered

That Christ kept your soul.

Your faith and devotion

‘Mid tempestuous wind

Shone forth like a beacon

As you met your end.

Yet death is defeated

And cast into hell;

For Christ has dominion,

His glory does tell.

You passed on before us

Who weep here below

To join with the chorus

Of saints ‘round the Throne.

And soon shall our time

Be ended below,

And multitudes shining,

We’ll join in our home:

“To God be the glory!”,

We’ll sing evermore;

No sorrow or weeping 

In Heaven is borne.

Your life was a beacon

To point to the Cross;

Your hope was in Heaven,

Not in earthly dross.

Your witness and story

Were simple, yet strong,

And we’ll meet in glory

To worship the Son.

Originally penned March 2019

In Memoriam - Ellis R. Beard, my grandfather; August 1925-March 2019