I’m But a Stranger Here

Rest in peace, Aunt Esther. The memories I have of you are warm and fond.

I’m But a Stranger Here

I’m but a stranger here,
Heaven is my home;
Earth is a desert drear,
Heaven is my home;
Danger and sorrow stand
Round me on every hand;
Heaven is my fatherland,
Heaven is my home.

What though the tempest rage,
Heaven is my home;
Short is my pilgrimage,
Heaven is my home;
And time’s wintry blast
Soon shall be over past;
I shall reach home at last,
Heaven is my home.

Therefore I murmur not,
Heaven is my home;
Whatever my earthly lot,
Heaven is my home;
And I shall surely stand
There at my Lord’s right hand.
Heaven is my fatherland,
Heaven is my home.

Easter 1967

March 26, 1967 Tracy and I are twinkies in Spring dresses Mom made for us.  Notice Tracy has a frilled edge and I do not.

Dad and his girls who are getting to be quite an armful.

Grammy Lukens in her Easter bonnet. Ready for church.

Aunt Esther as we all head to Trinity United Methodist.

Easter bounty with turtle pillows Mom made for us!