{I Rest My Weary Soul In Thee}

The Church Visiting Cathey in the hospital singing Hymns to her.

Cathey’s Home Fellowship group singing hymns and songs to her a few days before she passed.

Last night around 7:00pm a dear sweet lady, Cathey Marie Tierney, went to the Lord. I remember when I first met her and I sat down and told her my testimony and when I finished she just hugged me.. That was my first experience with this radiant woman and I will never forget it. Cathey beamed with Christ everywhere she went. She constantly had a smile and kind words for everyone. When you mentioned God to her she could go on and on with eyes and a voice of excitement, anticipating the moment of His presence on earth or in heaven. She has battled with cancer for 5 years and she has reached the goal of every Christian. To be with the Lord and made just like Christ. Currently she is in heaven worshiping the Lord perfectly and forever. What a glorious thought. I can not wait for the day that I meet my Lord and Savior. If you are reading this I would ask that you would pray for all the grieving family members and that they would all be comforted in the truth that she is where she has always wanted to be. The sting of death has passed and now she is healed and rejoicing. I will always remember her and continually be encouraged by the testimony of her life on this earth. I will also remember her face when I visited her at the hospital, so ready for heaven. I love you Cathey and I will see you soon.

O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

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