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As I Was Saying
By Opal Toney

In memory of Hannah

I would like to share the followin’ poem with those of you who may not have heard it.
It was written by a Mabank native, who teaches in our schools.
At one time she and Hannah’s mother taught English here together.
The words say what many would like to in our deep sorrow.
Let The Little
Children Come To Me
“Let the little children come to Me.”
Two meanings could be told.
We want the children to learn of Christ
but die when they are old.
We ponder this, and selfishly,
cry for Hannah so.
But let us unselfishly
and bravely let her go.
His ways are not our ways.
His wisdom above ours soars.
We often cannot see beyond
our lives on earthly shores.
Yes, we know God holds all
and knows what is best,
but still sometimes His plans
put our faith to the test.
“Except you become as one of these little ones,”
Christ taught us long ago,
happiness you will not find;
to me you cannot go.
“And a little child will lead them.”
In this case, let it be so.
May the innocence of a child
show us all the way to go.
Let us search His word daily
for all that we say or do,
so that we, like Hannah,
may find our pathway too.
“Let the child come to me.”
Yes, two meanings could be told.
Not only let her learn of Christ in youth
but let her join Him before she’s old.
–Written by Marie Osborne
As I was saying, “In memory of Hannah.”
The Last Word:
Hannah’s favorite verse: “Don’t be afraid, just believe.”–Mark 2:36


 

 

 

 

 


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