Message from an Ancestor

The tombstone was sinking into the ground -- it marked the resting place of our great-great-great-great grandfather.  We had to kneel down to feel some of the letters, they are difficult to read now.  Below his name and that date in 1783 was a poem...

Farewell my children near and dear

May Jesus for your help appear

And be your Father kind and just

When I am mouldering in the dust.

Who would have thought we would stand by his grave 230 years later to pay him homage.  Mortality is humbling, but what wonderful words he left -- promises of a kind and just Helper in life through Jesus.