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Nearer my God, to Thee

  • Writer: L. Adams
    L. Adams
  • Mar 24, 2020
  • 1 min read

Nearer my God, to Thee…

I was asked to sing this song to my aunt, as she lay on the hospital bed in their sitting room. She was pale and silent. I sang solo, quietly offering the words as a kind of solace. Inside, I wept.


Though like a wanderer, day-light all gone…


The cancer had ravaged her body. She shifted in her bed; Mom helped her into a different position and rearranged the pillows so she could lie in a more comfortable position. It must’ve been hard to lie there, and not be able to do anything. Some days went well, others, not so well. She was so kind and sweet, and it broke my heart to see her suffering. Inside, I wept.


Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky…


She left this world on a winter afternoon. She had gone to rest in a loving Father’s arms, where cancer could never bring sorrow again.


Still, all my song shall be, nearer my God to Thee…


We rest in the promise of seeing her again in our final home. We mourn her death but we know we shall see her again, alive and healthy.

Nearer my God to Thee.

This song will always bring tears. It is my remembrance of her.


Lp 2020.

In memory of Nancy Peachey.


I miss my aunt. I miss my cousin. I miss my friend. They’ve all gone home, and I miss them.

 
 
 

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alana brooke
alana brooke
Mar 25, 2020

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