A Grandmother's Faith

A Grandmother’s Faith—Corrected Version
My great-grandmother, Salina Kanagy, lived and died in the Amish community of Kishacoquillas Valley in central Pennsylvania.
With a thresher-man husband and 14 children to feed and clothe, she didn’t have an easy life. 
I never met her as she died more than 50 years ago. But it seems I heard her voice a few years back, in a most unlikely place— Burlington, VT.
Brother Leon Zook attended my trial in August of 2012.  While sitting in the courtroom he remembered a poem he got from his mother in the 1960’s.   It had come to his mother from her favorite aunt, my great-grandmother Salina. 
Sitting there on the fifth floor of the federal court, Bro. Leon recalled that poem and wrote it down, word for word. 
That scrap of paper is one of my most precious possessions. Reading it, I hear my grandmothers’ faith speaking across eternity.  It will be inside my Bible on March 22, 2016. 
I share it here for all of our encouragement.
Up the hill He gently leads us
Through the clouds His eyes can see
And it makes us trust our Savior
And we say, “Lord I love thee.”
 
Often Satan comes to try us
He would like to bend us low
And we tell it all to Jesus
And He answers “Child I know.” 
 
If it were not for the trials
If the days were never dim
If we met no disappointments
Could we see the need of Him?
 
And if Satan never tried us
Could we flee to Christ for aid?
And would we learn to trust Him
When he says “Be not afraid.”
 
(Can be sung to the tune  of “In The Rifted Rock I’m Resting” or “Shall We Gather At The River” etc. )

 

A Grandmother’s Faith—Corrected Version

My great-grandmother, Salina Kanagy, lived and died in the Amish community of Kishacoquillas Valley in central Pennsylvania.

With a thresher-man husband and 14 children to feed and clothe, she didn’t have an easy life.

I never met her as she died more than 50 years ago. But it seems I heard her voice a few years back, in a most unlikely place— Burlington, VT.

Brother Leon Zook attended my trial in August of 2012.  While sitting in the courtroom he remembered a poem he got from his mother in the 1960’s.   It had come to his mother from her favorite aunt, my great-grandmother Salina.

Sitting there on the fifth floor of the federal court, Bro. Leon recalled that poem and wrote it down, word for word.

That scrap of paper is one of my most precious possessions. Reading it, I hear my grandmothers’ faith speaking across eternity.  It will be inside my Bible on March 22, 2016.

I share it here for all of our encouragement.

Up the hill He gently leads us

Through the clouds His eyes can see

And it makes us trust our Savior

And we say, “Lord I love thee.”

 

Often Satan comes to try us

He would like to bend us low

And we tell it all to Jesus

And He answers “Child I know.”

 

If it were not for the trials

If the days were never dim

If we met no disappointments

Could we see the need of Him?

 

And if Satan never tried us

Could we flee to Christ for aid?

And would we learn to trust Him

When he says “Be not afraid.”

 

(Can be sung to the tune  of “In The Rifted Rock I’m Resting” or “Shall We Gather At The River” etc. )