To my aunt Leona, you have been a second mom to me. I will always remembering the long talks we had over coffee at my mom home. Leona you are always a comfort of support for me, I will truly miss you. I see you in heaven dancing on streets of gold with my father while Moe and Pa dance along rejoicing in Christ Glory. Soon we all are together again. No more suffering or pain. I hear Oma singing, which has woken me at 4:30am since Sunday. A song I have not heard in years.
Turn your eyes upon Jesus:
O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There's light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free!
Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.
Through death into life everlasting
He passed, and we follow Him there;
O'er us sin no more hath dominion—
For more than conqu'rors we are!
His Word shall not fail you—He promised;
Believe Him, and all will be well:
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!