My cousins, Perry and Jim. They have been close friends through life. Jim married when I was 8, so I have been closer to his younger brother. I am also close to his parents. His father passed last year at the age of 100. Jim was a pastor. He married my oldest son and preached both of my parents' funerals. He passed suddenly last night, after preaching his last bible study. He had recently become ill, but was recovering well. He will be greatly missed.
He always read this poem at funerals:
Good Night And Good Morning
When comes to the weary a blessèd release,
When upward we pass to His kingdom of peace,
When free from the woes that on earth we must bear,
We’ll say “good night” here, but “good morning” up there.
Chorus:
Good morning up there where Christ is the Light,
Good morning up there where cometh no night;
When we step from this earth to God’s Heaven so fair,
We’ll say “good night” here but “good morning” up there.
When fadeth the day and dark shadows draw nigh,
With Christ close at hand, it is not death to die;
He’ll wipe every tear, roll away every care;
We’ll say “good night” here, but “good morning” up there.
Chorus
When home lights we see shining brightly above,
Where we shall be soon, through His wonderful love,
We’ll praise Him Who called us His Heaven to share,
We’ll say “good night” here, but “good morning” up there.
