Monday, April 23, 2012

A true servant of our Lord and Savior. A man after God's own heart. Jesus said blessed are the pure in heart: this was Roscoe.

Roscoe Adams past away, and went to be with his Lord and Friend, Jesus, yesterday. He was actually quite a healthy man for 68 years old, and so I am bewildered a bit. He came home from church, and after lunch he laid down on his couch, and his wife found him a bit later with no more life in his body; Roscoe had died. Our Lord sent His angels to take Roscoe's soul to glory.

I was very, very shocked by this, to say the least.

I shall miss him greatly, and I have a very heavy heart.

*Roscoe was an ordained pastor @ Christ Fellowship Church who has served with Greg Dutcher in a previous ministry context. He has burning passion for both prayer and the fame of Jesus among the nations. An avid learner, Roscoe brings a sweet and humble wisdom to the elder team. He and his wife Queenie have 2 children and 3 grandchildren.


donsands said...

It Is Well With My Soul

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

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 blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

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!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.

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.

Horatio Spafford

Craver Vii said...

As much as I love blogging, I wish I could be there in person right now, Don. Just to sit with you. My friend, your pain is my pain. Shalom.

donsands said...

Thank you Craver. Your words mean a lot to me.
I can't wait to introduce you to Roscoe when we all go to glory to be with our Lord Jesus.