I Am a Child of Royal Birth

Today is Mother's birthday.  Were she still living among us she would be 97 years old.  I think of her often and am greatful to have been so furtunate to have had such a wonderful mother.  I hope she and Dad are pleased with our lives as they look down from the heavens at us and our families.  When she was a young woman, Mother memorized this poem and I'm sure could have quoted it almost up to the last few months before she passed.  It meant a lot to her and gave her guidance as she went through life and all its trials.
I'm sure we, too, would be better people if we would internalize it as she did.

I Am a Child of Royal Birth

I am a child of royal birth.
My Father was King of heaven and earth.
My spirit was born in the courts on high.
A child, beloved, a princess am I.
I was nurtured there; I lived by his side.
In a home where patience and love abide.
My Mother was there in that glorious place,
Blessing her children with queenly grace.

I grew to the stature that spirits grow.
I gained the knowledge I needed to know.
I was taught the truth and I knew the plan,
That God and Christ laid out for man.
I was there when the stars of morning sang.
I mingled my voice when the heavens rang.
I was there to rejoice, to praise and applaud,
The shouts  of joy from the sons of God

I waited my turn and came to earth
Through the wonderful channel of human birth.
Then the curtains were closed and the past was gone.
On the future too, the curtains were drawn.
I lived on the earth, and God willed it so,
With freedom to choose the way I should go.
I must search for the truth, I must serve and obey.
I must walk by my faith or fall by the way.

Some day I'll go back; I will answer the call.
I'll return with my record to the Father of all.
The book will be openend and so will my heart.
There will be rejoicing, if I've done my part.
My Father, the King, with His infinite love,
Will welcome me back to the mansions above.
The curtains will part and eternity
In it's light and glory will open to me.

                                                    by Anna Johnson

This poem was read at Mother's funderal at her request by Iris.

by Bart