Show A tribute to james J adams adam elenor G 11 bruhn ha the portals of heaven be have opened again liflet brother james J adams in A stalwart student and god jeanng too A aue we upright father ever were you A man maa who lived faithful to what he thought right serving his bis god with all his might an example was wait he be no do matter what came he loved god bud and glorified ever his name mine hit HIS life was the gospel be would preach III his life was the lessons leasum he would teach in every fever day walk the gospel be taught in words in manner in deed bud and in thought A pioneer boy in our Poi rower to town ile he lived in the days when the wall went around Ili pastured the cattle in our mar very suit first field helped plow the ground to make its first fint yield we he lived in in the days when the indians wild brought sorrow and fear to man woman bud and child when wool was washed and spun to yarn yam and ob children ildren were taught to knit bud and to darn dam when saints mints lived for god bud and not for gold their lives are all stories the best ever told he grew to a in man in time he be was wed to a noble woman caroline redd yes a noble woman a red god fearing saint mint evil and sin her life did not taint right eight precious babies mine came to their home her mission men was ended she leit left them alone alone did I 1 say no the father was sparred to pilot through childhood bud and have them prepared for their mission to live right bud and teach them gods will that noble lives on earth they might fill hes hea gone to join her the wife and the mother happy be to meet one another he said of the years that he spent with his wife they were fifteen Y years of paradise now on to prefect ion the good couple go we can ABU t even dream of the joy they will know there then wasn gasn t a thing they left undone to prepare for the future the life to come and you dear children who we are left to mourn thank god to such parents you were bom forget not the lessons they tonight taught while here try to grow like them each day and each year prepare for the time when we 11 all meet again where we shall never no do sorrow or pain today we feel sad lets hope for the morrow we shall have joy oy red and feel no more sorrow |