My times of sorrow and of joy, Great God, are in Thy hand. My choicest comforts come from Thee, And go at Thy command.
If Thou shouldst take them all away, Yet would I not repine; Before they were possessed by me, They were entirely Thine.
Nor would I drop a murmuring word, Though the whole world were gone, But seek enduring happiness In Thee, and Thee alone.
What is the world with all its store? ’Tis but a bitter sweet; When I attempt to pluck the rose A pricking thorn I meet.
Here perfect bliss can ne’er be found, The honey’s mixed with gall; Midst changing scenes and dying friends, Be Thou my all in all.
Why should I fear in evil days, With snares encompassed all around? What trust can transient treasures raise For them in riches who abound? His brother who from death can save? What wealth can ransom him from God? What mine of gold defraud the grave? What hoards but vanish at His nod?
To live forever is their dream; Their houses by their name they call; While, borne by time’s relentless stream, Around them wise and foolish fall; Their riches others must divide; They plant, but others reap the fruit; In honor man cannot abide, To death devoted, like the brute.
This is their folly, this their way; And yet in this their sons delight; Like sheep, of death the destined prey, The future scorn of the upright; The grave their beauty shall consume, Their dwellings never see them more; But God shall raise me from the tomb, And life for endless time restore.
What though thy foe in wealth increase, And fame and glory crown his head? Fear not, for all at death shall cease, Nor fame, nor glory, crown the dead: While prosp’ring all around thee smiled, Yet to the grave shalt thou descend; The senseless pride of fortune’s child Shall share the brute creation’s end.
O God, Thy world is sweet with prayer; The breath of Christ is in the air; We rise on Thy free Spirit’s wings, And every thought within us sings.
Thou art our Morning and our Sun, Our work is glad, in Thee begun; Our foot worn path is fresh with dew, For Thou createst all things new.
O God, within us and above, Close to us in the Christ we love, Through Him, our only Guide and Way, May heavenly life be ours today!
Tribute to my wife, By Pastor Nelson.
As I pay this tribute to my wife, I do so with pain and heavy heart. The sad day was Monday 5th March 2012. I did not know until I returned from Nigeria where I attended a Theological Education Conference. The who information as relayed to me that day was like a dream." "It was a shock and a blow to me but that was the truth as I eventually came to terms with it. My beloved Emma was gone without telling me anything.
Emma's path and I crossed in 1992, when we met at the OSU Presby Mixed School, here in Accra, where I was sent for practical attachment with her to undertake observation. What attracted me to Emma was that, One day as I was making the social studies exam papers. She came to help me without permission. In fact, I was impressed by this act of kindness, as such I started considering her as a future suitor and since her family was living at Osu Ridgway Estates and mind at Ministries, it made things easy. We were in touch quite often."
To live is to love, And to love is to live. To have been given life, To have survived and thrived: You have been loved by someone. And so everyone is loved by someone, But there is no-one who can love everyone, And there is no-one who can be loved by everyone. Know that to love and be loved you must first love yourself, For if you don’t love yourself, how could anyone else love you. You should only ever love for your own reasons, never somebody else’s, For otherwise how can you ever truly love yourself, or ever give your love truly. Live your own life yourself, for yourself; never live through or for someone else, For how else will you or they ever truly know what it is like to live and be alive. Know that someone loving you today is no guarantee they will love you tomorrow, And giving your love to someone is never a guarantee they will return your love. To expect love is to incite disappointment, to accept love is to relish respect. Love will bring you joy, comfort and security, but also pain and worry, But to experience these things is what makes us feel alive. So be content that you loved, and were loved, For it is then that we know we are alive.
I can remember the first day i met you with pastor Nelson, with your worm greatings, alway chearful and ready to recieve everybody who comes near him.
We missed u, Southla E.P Church, the Church Choir and the entire congregation.
May your soul rest in peace.
Last year 4th March,we left Ghana, for an Educational conference at Ogbomoso in Nigeria, 5th March,Emma, passed on to glory.Then 13th March which was my birthday, i went to see Emma on strecher at the 37Military Morgue.What a world.May her soul rest in Perfect Peace..Death leaves a heartache No one can heal; But Love given by the person who is no more leaves a memory No one can steal....From Nelson Kwame Tetteh
Memory can tell us only what we were, In company with those we loved; It cannot help us find out what each of us, Alone, must now become. Yet, no person is really alone; Those who live no more still echo Within our thoughts and words, And what they did has become Woven into what we are.
Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices no more easily made. And give, give in any way you can, of whatever you posses. To give is to love. To withhold is to wither. Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace
