How Rich We Are

One day at the Bible conference in Northfield, Massachusetts, Miss Fanny J. Crosby was asked by D.L. Moody to give a personal testimony. At first she hesitated, then quietly rose and said, 'There is one hymn I have written which has never been published. I call it my soul's poem. Sometimes when I am troubled, I repeat it to myself, for it brings comfort to my heart.' She then recited while many wept:

'Someday the silver cord will break,
and I no more as now shall sing;
but oh, the joy when I shall wake
within the palace of the King!
And I shall see Him face to face,
and tell the story--saved by grace!'

When Fanny died, at 95 years of life, she was buried beneath a simple stone enscribed, "Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine. Oh what a foretaste of glory divine!"

Jesus is mine. Thank you for passing on your faith, Mom and Dad. How Rich we are!