My Family Legacy

A few months ago I lost my blog and had to recreate it. Fortunately I had saved it the day before to my computer so I was able to get almost everything I had posted except for the older posts. One of them was what I called "My Family Legacy". Hopefully this will pass down to my children. I never knew my great grandmother (I think I was born about 3 years after she went to be with the Heavenly Father). My mother was the oldest of 13 siblings (6 girls and 7 boys - one boy died in infancy). I still have one uncle living who is 84 years old. My great grandmother had 14 children. I think my grandmother was the only one who had a large family so my great grandmother must have thought her grandchildren might need some advice from their grandmother and has been passed down to her great grandchildren also. She was a poet I have been told and was the town librarian since the library was in her home. She wrote a Memorandum to my grandmother and her siblings. Following is a picture of her and what she wrote:

By: Lydia C. Blackburn

To: Children of Hugh E. and Sarah Adina Blackburn Taylor

Date: July 17, 1930

Forward: I have written this poem for you dear grandchildren
as a memorandum of your old Grand Ma Blackburn and a keepsake,
Hope you will read it carefully and be benefitted thereby.

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We ought to work and watch and pray,
And live for Jesus everyday.
That we might lead some wayward soul,
From sin to Christ, and be made whole.

I'll tell you sinner, how I came,
It was through faith in Jesus name.
I trusted and he made me whole,
He cleansed my heart and saved my soul.

I then was happy in the Lord,
Also believed His Holy Word
Would be a Lamp unto my feet,
Untill my race was made complete.

I then was young but now I'm old,
And in His Cause I'm very bold.
To plead with sinners to repent,
Before their lives are too far spent.

I often weep and mourn and pray,
O're wayward souls who've gone astray.
That they might seek, a home above,
Where all is joy and peace and love.

For here we find no lasting joy,
As toil and strife, so oft annoy,
Which makes the conflict so severe,
We often get in doubt and fear.

But hold to God's unchanging hand,
And He will lead us to that land,
Where no more strife or bitter tears,
Can reach that Home of endless years.

For God, Himself, will wipe away
Our tears in that great Judgement Day,
Then we will weep and sigh no more
On Caanan's bright Eternal Shore.

My peace I leave with you my friends,
For you to share until the end.
I'll go, your mansion to prepare,
That in my joy you'll ever share.

With Kings and Priests and Prophets too,
Their mansion's there will all be new.
The Pearly Gates will open wide,
When you have reached the farther side.