In Memoriam Tribute
to Joyce Marlene Ginther Bassett,
Passed to Glory June 30, 2018,
by Ronald Ginther,
her expression expectant, then turning sad.
Days, weeks, months, years passed, he never came home again,
through that cabin door--
only the wolf of loneliness and lack
known to the orphaned, the forgotten elderly, or poor.
deceived and married her mother dear,
and he brought the family hurt, abuse, and hardship, until finally he was gone,
his cruel ways causing Joyce many a tear.
and her good looks and gentle ways attracted boys.
She had not known such kind attention,
so they made her feel wanted and special, though most all thought girls were mere toys.
and they fell in love seemingly, marrying, and then a move to an army base in West Germany.
Sorrow struck the happy couple soon in that foreign land,
it was if tragedy stalked them and laid on them
its cold, chilling hand:
their baby girl was born and then fell sick and died;
her husband lost his mind, the marriage ended--
where, oh where, was the Lord her Guide?
found work, and tried to repair what the Devil had done;
she attended a fine church and, lo and behold,
met a rising evangelist whose witness was bold.
Assistant to the church pastor, he and Joyce fell in love,
their mutual attraction and faith seemed to fit like a glove.
But the pastor sternly counseled the young man not to marry,
and Joyce lost him because he was discouraged
and trusted the pastor and took this "godly counsel" so arbitrary.
living in Seattle with her sister, when she met a returning vet.
A former Marine, he sought and won the Gentle Dove,
and together they had five boys, and kept many a bird and feline pet.
attended a fine Pentecostal church with a lady pastor of Holy Spirit renown.
Joyce and her boys sang in the church choir,
and the years sped by, and the sadness of her former losses
seemed over, done, burned to ashes on a pyre.
keeping the house rent paid and her home clean
cooking good meals--serving and loving,
the widow and lost child faded away distant and unseen.
Joyce grew in love of Jesus and servanthood.
Though hard knocks of life, toil, and snares
came despite her best efforts and sacrifice,
yet nothing could shake her trust in Jesus
even when she turned a widow twice.
and Joyce's dying husband turned to Jesus on his deathbed.
Though he had claimed to be a Christian,
he confessed he had not been,
and prayed the Sinner's Prayer with her mother over the phone,
and all his sins of a lifetime,
Christ's blood did fully atone.
all the more precious and dear,
when she was handed Old Glory folded, at the military gravesite so drear.
where she was grateful to be hired,
and she attended her mother's church,
once her beloved, mentoring Seattle church lady-pastor retired.
when she turned a ripe but still green-sapped 100 years of age,
a great thrill for all who knew her love
and the wisdom she exercised
by the Spirit like a Biblical, holy sage.
and with God truly had a direct line--
a good example Joyce followed,
believing God in prayer,
she could also say, "The Answer is mine!"
passed to glory at the age of 101,
and the Gentle Dove took the great loss,
we know confirmed by events, as though her own life's work was likewise done.
but her health was faltering and breaking down;
the greatest joy she had was two grandchildren,
two lovely girls by a beauty from Peru
and her second to the youngest son.
she attended the 2018 Centennial of Plain View Farm.
her mother's and also her beloved grandparents' Dakota pioneer farm.
Though grown feeble and dependent on oxygen,
seeing God's hand clearly urging her to go,
she put on new white and blue "feathers" and flew
with her sister and brother to attend the event,
with only five weeks of life's trials left to go.
Fatherless Orphan, Sister, Aunt, True Friend,
she taught what's best, we who loved her can vouch, right to the end.
heartache, disappointment, and suffering?"
"What was it?" you may ask, "that kept her going,
gave her hope and strength to meet each challenge,
and even a song to sing?"
was the song she sang lifelong,
teaching by example that by trusting and obeying Jesus who is faithful and never fails,
you too can receive Jesus' strength and LIVE that song."
by Unknown Author
Jesus keep me from all wrong.
I'll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be."]
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.
Time for me will be no more.
Guide me gently, safely o'er,
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore."
Dedicated to Matriarch-Centenarian Cora Stadem Taylor,
by her Nephew, Ronald Ginther
Isn’t it heaven, like standing on holy ground?
“Come on down to Plain View Farm?”
They’re children’s angels sweetly calling,
“Come share the joy, your heart will warm!”
Come on down to Plain View Farm!
There you’ll ne’er regret nor pine—-
Your soul’s safe haven, it cannot harm.
(tho’ fondness cling to distant things),
renew the bond and cease to roam,
join in the fellowship that Jesus brings.
And pray and sing, clasped hand in hand.
And down will fly sweet Dove of Holy Ghost
To this, our bit of Promised Land.
Isn’t it heaven, like standing on holy ground?
For the Lamb which is in the
midst of the throne shall feed them,
and shall lead them unto living fountains
of waters, and shall wipe away all
tears from their eyes.
by Ron Ginther
in the secret places of the stair.
Let me see Thy countenance,
let me hear Thy voice,
for sweet is Thy voice.
O Spirit Dove, do not fly and leave me alone,
in my darkened soul, my grief and loss.
Let me feel Thy tender love!
Let me hear Thy call, for sweet is Thy Word.
"So anchor me,
by Thy Spirit, Lord,
so anchor me,
and I won't wander.
Come dwell within,
my broken heart,
And grant my soul
sweet rest in Thee."