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I'd like to include a beautiful poem/prophecy that sweet Sharon of Ken received in prayer from Joy.
Love, Andrew
There is a love that never dies
There is a calm right in the eye
Of every storm, there is a peace
That passeth all understanding
There is a life that keeps right on
There is a voice that you can hear
There is an angel, from now on
Always ready to hear
There is a realm no not so far
Right next to us and right behind
The curtain of the spirit here
There is a wife still right in touch
Don't fear my love, I am right near
You are just what I hold most dear
And there's a time, in not too long
Where we shall sing again a song...Together
From David & Dove, England:
After having visited Joy of Andrew a number of times in the hospital, especially during her final days with us it was impressed upon me just what a battle the fight against cancer is and what faith, courage, and fight Joy had; never complaining or speaking of it.
There are those who might say Joy finally lost her battle against cancer, but I would disagree. In my opinion she beat it because, though it finally did kill her body, it never conquered her spirit.
I wrote down a few lines that came to me one morning in honor of a real fighter.
Just races run, finished, done,
Just battles fought, sometimes lost,
but not affecting the victory of war.
No disappointments with God.
Though it seems like sometimes, when the darkest hour seems like two and more.
When getting up one more time, then being down, seems easier said by those who know not discouragement, nor faintness of heart and weariness of limbs.
No disappointments with God.
Only seems like sometimes when having chosen the wrong direction
comes the weary trek back, though with lessons learnt, humbler, wiser.
No disappointments with God.
We come to our final battle
only to find death has no sting,
only glorious victory of resurrection and life,
and echoes into eternity, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.”
