I know that he will be missed, but George Logsdon will not miss this place. His vocal chords were made new today when God took him home. No more feeding tubes; no more oxygen through a tube; no more pain, no more sorrow. And the greatest thing of all is no more fighting against sin. I can’t wait for that day. Here is a poem I found about heaven that I really like. Mandy, we love you and want you to know that we are praying for you. You are an example to all of us of what it means to honor your father and mother.
There’s no disappointment in heaven,
No weariness, sorrow, or pain;
No hearts that are bleeding and broken,
No song with a minor refrain.
There’ll never be crepe on the door knobs,
No funeral train in the sky
No graves on the hillsides of glory,
For there the saints never die.
I’m bound for that beautiful city
My Lord has prepared for his own,
Where all the redeemed of all ages,
Sing glory around the white throne.
Sometimes I grow homesick for heaven
And the glories I there shall behold
What a joy that will be
When my Savior I shall see
In that beautiful city of Gold
As soon as we know when the services will be, I will have Matt post them.