Last night a precious person to me went to be with God in Glory. Her name was Ruth West. She was my
grandmother, but everyone in our family called her Ninnie (by me) or Mimmie (by some of our kids). It was a name I gave her when I was just a toddler. My family had tried to get me to call her “Grannie”, but all I could muster was “Ninnie”. So the name stuck. Ninnie had some pretty twisted theology but there was no doubting that she loved the Lord. She served the Lord through her local church, and worked most of her life in one of the local textile mills. Her biggest theological error was that God punished people when they did wrong. It was a fear that she lived with all of her life. Early on her spiritual life someone told that her “God is gonna get you for that”, and she made it her own. Today she knows better and is no doubt sitting at the feet of Jesus, a spot that she dearly loved to talk about. Ninnie had some funny ways about her, but most everyone that knew her, loved her. I will miss her, but hope to see her again one day when I sit at the feet of Jesus as well. There is a favorite song of hers that spoke of where she is now and I would like to paste it in here:
I Bowed My Knees
I dreamed of a city called Glory,
So bright and so fair.
When I entered that gate I cried, “Holy”
The angels all met me there:
They carried me from mansion to mansion,
And oh what sights I saw.
But I said, “I want to see Jesus,
He’s the One who died for all.”Chorus
Then I bowed on my knees and cried,
“Holy, Holy, Holy.”
Then I clapped my hands and sang, “Glory,
Glory to the Son of God.”
Then I bowed on my knees and cried,
“Holy, Holy, Holy.”
Then I clapped my hands and sang, “Glory,
Glory to the Son of God.”I thought as I entered that city,
My friends all knew me well.
They showed me the streets of Heaven;
Such scenes too numerous to tell;
I saw Abraham, Isaac and Jacob,
Mark, Luke and Timothy.
But I said, “I want to see Jesus,
He’s the One who died for me.”Chorus
Then I bowed on my knees and cried,
“Holy, Holy, Holy.”
Then I clapped my hands and sang, “Glory,
Glory to the Son of God.”
Then I bowed on my knees and cried,
“Holy, Holy, Holy.”
Then I clapped my hands and sang, “Glory,
Glory to the Son of God.”
Amen
Soli Deo Gloria
Update: The following is a video of Charles Billingsley, who, in my humble opinion, performs this song the way it was written to be sung.
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