William Ralph Featherson. was born without fanfare on July 24, 1846, in Montreal Canada, and he died in the same city, just before his 27th birthday. Little else is known of his short life except for the fact that some time during his 16th year of life William put pen to paper to record a love poem. The love he expressed was deep and true. The words of that poem have lasted more than a century beyond Feathersons life and death. My Jesus, I Love Thee My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine; For Thee all the follies of sin I resign. My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus tis now. I love Thee because Thou has first loved me And purchased my pardon on Calvarys tree. I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus tis now. I love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death, And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath; And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow, If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus tis now. In Mansions of glory and endless delight, Ill ever adore Thee in heaven so bright; Ill sing with the glittering crown on my brow; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, tis now. This song has been such a reality this last week. Jesus has become so real to me, and I just cant imagine how we could ever face the trials of life without Him, He is everything to me and if I were to live to be a thousand years old there would never be enough days to thank Him for his loving me.......Thank Jesus!!
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 11:38:31 +0000
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