Poems (Barker)/To Grandma on her 78th Birthday
Peace cometh after pain, A peace unspoken;Rest after all the toil and care and strife,There to unite the ties that here were broken, Thrice blessed life!
Peace cometh after pain! The years are fleeting,Soon, soon for us the messenger will come,Oh, God be praised for that triumphant meeting, All safe at home.
On Her 79th Birthday.
Your lamp of lite the Master's hand is holding Long Years ago He measured out the oil;Close to His own, your tired heart He is folding Soon to reward you for the pain and toil.
We wait beside your bed, oh patient spirit To learn the lesson from your suffering heart,Before the Master calls you to inherit The glory which for you is set apart.