Believing

I'd love to sing with voice so sweet I'd sing Jehovah's praises a joy for all to hearI'd love to sing out beautifullyof the paradise he's made for mePlease Jehovah, hear my pleaand look into my heartI hope you'll find me worthy andgive me a brand new startI've been so weak with pain and strifeIt is my great desire,that you will make me whole againso I'll no longer tireMy time is short, I do not fear,what I must bear while Satan's near.I'll go to my rest peacefullyBelieving Jesus's promiseand wait for you to call me there.—Marion Mae (Preston) Klemann, 1914-1982

Please Note: The above is one of my maternal grandmother's original writings. I still have a photocopy of it which I keep in the photo album I received from her when I was a young child. She did not title it. As webpages require names I decided to call it Believing.