
Born Marjory Adams April 12,
1915
Died Marjory Promney Jan 8, 1997

There was never a Mother so dear as mine.
I always remember as a child that my
mother was always there. She never worked outside the home. She was always
available to kiss the hurts and pray for the wounds. She had great faith in God
and taught that to us. She was a shining example to us in every way. She loved us
all dearly and showed us that love every day. She taught us how to sew and cook,
not actually with lessons, but more with actions. She also taught us about love,
because she loved my dad more than anyone else on this earth. I never saw them
fight or argue, there was always peace in our home. When he passed away, I know
part of her died too. But the thing I remember most about my Mom is
her
love for her saviour. From the time I was very little, I always had a desire to serve
God, because of the example I saw in her. She was a tower of strength when my
sister died and then a few months later, when my dad died. She taught us what
faith in God meant and I will always love her for that. She is in Heaven now, along
with my dad and I am sure that they are even happier there then they were on this
earth. So I give this tribute to her here as a respect for a woman of great
faith.



These are
the words to the song that is playing.
It was one of my mother's favourites and
also the theme of her life. She was determined that no matter what came her
way, her peace was in God.
It Is Well
With My Soul
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows
like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is
well, with my soul. Refrain It is well, with my soul, It is well, with my
soul, It is well, it is well, with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, though trials
should come, Let this blessed assurance control, That Christ has regarded my
helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul. Refrain My sin, oh,
the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to the
cross, and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my
soul! Refrain And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds
be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall
descend, Even so, it is well with my soul. Refrain



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