Friday, September 11, 2015
Two More on 9/11/2001, The Lindsay Emily Story
To our Precious Lindsay,
You lived your life to the fullest while on earth. On the horrible tragedy of September 11,2001; The last thing you did was to pray to a God that you knew and then after that act of worship, you were ushered into Heaven by angels, along with your baby Emily Hope.We miss you terribly and we miss Emily Hope. We miss what was and what could have been.
Your testimony continues to bear fruit and we are left behind to share with others what we have learned in the school of suffering. We will see you in a little while. We will then have eternity to worship and enjoy with you both, on a perfect and new, Heavens and new Earth, where there will be no curse and where the Lamb of God and His throne will be.
Revelation 22:1 -3 Then he showed me a river of the water of life, clear as crystal, coming from the throne of God and of the Lamb, in the middle of its street. On either side of the river was the tree of life, bearing twelve fruit, yielding its fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
There will no longer be any curse ; and the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and His bond-servants will serve Him;
Love, Mom Dad,
I cannot tell you how often I have read the poem below, which was written by my wife Robyn. It is a perfect blend of grieving but not without hope. Please also scroll down and you will find at the end of the poem a link to a video was was made on September 11, 2011, the tenth anniversary of Lindsay's and Emily's home going.
Somethings happened in my heart
That words cannot describe;
Life on earth has changed for me
Since my precious ones have died.
The angels were attending,
Their wings were closed to wait;
The "accident" that took your lives,
We're left to contemplate.
Your purposes completed
"Early" seems so true-
For life is long and grief is ours
Continuing without you,
Plans for future, plans for us-
All stopped the day you slept,
Two little souls now rest in Christ;
We know His Word's been kept.
We, wet and somber clay,
This world does not entice.
Our happiness does not grow here
And grief is shared with Christ.
Meeting you again my Loves,
A day I think of often,
The curse so great and cumbersome.
Reunion thoughts do soften.
You both eternal rest enjoy,
Willing, loving servants;
Our prayers no longer needed
But our love is just as fervent.
The saints you've met we cannot know
Being so completely earthbound;
Consigned humanity we live
Traverse on curs-ed ground.
Soon, I pray, reunion's song
We'll sing with heaven's tune,
We'll cry no more for loved ones missed,
Nor visit grassy tombs.
For just a twinkling will you wait-
Without the fear and dread?
For then together raptured up,
The living and the dead.
O Come, O come, Emmanuel
With angels' wings extended,
The joy, reunion, no more strain;
Heart-gripping pain is ended.
We'll shout for joy as heaven claps
With tears of joy unspeakable
As He cups our weary chins.