A Mother's Tribute
(Editor's note: For many years Warren D. Forster was a faithful elder in the Lord's church at Tulsa, Oklahoma. One year ago, March 22, 1959, he left this earthly scene. His aged mother, Mrs. Elizabeth Forster Goodrum, now in her ninety-first year, has sent us the following lines, composed by a friend of hers.)
My Son Dear son of mine,
Across the dreary years
Through all the loneliness, The heartaches and the tears,
You seem to reach a hand to me And smile as in the past,
And say, 'Oh, Mother mine
We'll meet again at last'.
Dear son of mine, When everything seems dark and gray,
No kindly face I know.
When I am steeped in bitterness
And sadly grieving so,
You seem to reach across the years And smile as in the past,
And say, 'Oh, Mother mine,
'Twill all come right at last'.
Dear son of mine,
When I have come at last
To cross Death's stream,
And leave all earthly ties behind
And catch fair Heaven's beam,
May you still reach out a hand to me
And smile as in the past,
And say, "Oh, Mother mine,