MEMORIAM
Jesse Willie Morgan, yes that is his name,
An act of heroism, that won him mighty fame,
He rescued young Davidson, an act so very brave,
He saved his mortal body, from a mighty watery grave.
He became a hero, by all he was beloved,
Perhaps none of them thought he'd soon be called above;
The great mysterious things, we can not see within,
His death was brought about by a little safety pin.
When one is born to life,no one does not know,
How long we may be here, or how soon that we may go;
Both old and young alike, to live they sure do yearn,
But all will go the way, from whence they never will return.
Jesse Willie's father is my brother very dear,
I know the stroke is heavy, and caused many a tear;
Earth could not crown him, with the crown that he should wear,
God took him home to heaven, and righteously crowned him there.
He had a precious mother, I knew her all her life,
His father and mother chose me to pronounce them husband and wife;
That joyous happy time, their hearts entwined the wed,
And now the sad bereavement, for mother and son are dead.
As sure as the sun rises, so sure it is going down,
When we see the lightning flashing, so sure we'll hear the sound;
The pendlum swings one way, and back over the same line,
We learn from these things; it is the movement of time.
There is a zenith of life, we don't know when it's reached,
It is not for us to know, but the living it will teach;
Some of them are good, and some are very frail,
We do not always have an easy happy sail.
Jesse Willie's life was not a long sojourn,
He leaves a great record, from which we all can learn;
To be good men and women, and be it every day,
And when we leave this world, of us some good they'll say.
(Composed and written by his uncle, Elder W.B.Morgan, July 22, 1936 - Haleyville, Ala, Route 3)
Jesse Willie Morgan, yes that is his name,
An act of heroism, that won him mighty fame,
He rescued young Davidson, an act so very brave,
He saved his mortal body, from a mighty watery grave.
He became a hero, by all he was beloved,
Perhaps none of them thought he'd soon be called above;
The great mysterious things, we can not see within,
His death was brought about by a little safety pin.
When one is born to life,no one does not know,
How long we may be here, or how soon that we may go;
Both old and young alike, to live they sure do yearn,
But all will go the way, from whence they never will return.
Jesse Willie's father is my brother very dear,
I know the stroke is heavy, and caused many a tear;
Earth could not crown him, with the crown that he should wear,
God took him home to heaven, and righteously crowned him there.
He had a precious mother, I knew her all her life,
His father and mother chose me to pronounce them husband and wife;
That joyous happy time, their hearts entwined the wed,
And now the sad bereavement, for mother and son are dead.
As sure as the sun rises, so sure it is going down,
When we see the lightning flashing, so sure we'll hear the sound;
The pendlum swings one way, and back over the same line,
We learn from these things; it is the movement of time.
There is a zenith of life, we don't know when it's reached,
It is not for us to know, but the living it will teach;
Some of them are good, and some are very frail,
We do not always have an easy happy sail.
Jesse Willie's life was not a long sojourn,
He leaves a great record, from which we all can learn;
To be good men and women, and be it every day,
And when we leave this world, of us some good they'll say.
(Composed and written by his uncle, Elder W.B.Morgan, July 22, 1936 - Haleyville, Ala, Route 3)
MEMORIAM
Jesse Willie Morgan, yes that is his name,
An act of heroism, that won him mighty fame,
He rescued young Davidson, an act so very brave,
He saved his mortal body, from a mighty watery grave.
He became a hero, by all he was beloved,
Perhaps none of them thought he'd soon be called above;
The great mysterious things, we can not see within,
His death was brought about by a little safety pin.
When one is born to life,no one does not know,
How long we may be here, or how soon that we may go;
Both old and young alike, to live they sure do yearn,
But all will go the way, from whence they never will return.
Jesse Willie's father is my brother very dear,
I know the stroke is heavy, and caused many a tear;
Earth could not crown him, with the crown that he should wear,
God took him home to heaven, and righteously crowned him there.
He had a precious mother, I knew her all her life,
His father and mother chose me to pronounce them husband and wife;
That joyous happy time, their hearts entwined the wed,
And now the sad bereavement, for mother and son are dead.
As sure as the sun rises, so sure it is going down,
When we see the lightning flashing, so sure we'll hear the sound;
The pendlum swings one way, and back over the same line,
We learn from these things; it is the movement of time.
There is a zenith of life, we don't know when it's reached,
It is not for us to know, but the living it will teach;
Some of them are good, and some are very frail,
We do not always have an easy happy sail.
Jesse Willie's life was not a long sojourn,
He leaves a great record, from which we all can learn;
To be good men and women, and be it every day,
And when we leave this world, of us some good they'll say.
(Composed and written by his uncle, Elder W.B.Morgan, July 22, 1936 - Haleyville, Ala, Route 3)
Jesse Willie Morgan, yes that is his name,
An act of heroism, that won him mighty fame,
He rescued young Davidson, an act so very brave,
He saved his mortal body, from a mighty watery grave.
He became a hero, by all he was beloved,
Perhaps none of them thought he'd soon be called above;
The great mysterious things, we can not see within,
His death was brought about by a little safety pin.
When one is born to life,no one does not know,
How long we may be here, or how soon that we may go;
Both old and young alike, to live they sure do yearn,
But all will go the way, from whence they never will return.
Jesse Willie's father is my brother very dear,
I know the stroke is heavy, and caused many a tear;
Earth could not crown him, with the crown that he should wear,
God took him home to heaven, and righteously crowned him there.
He had a precious mother, I knew her all her life,
His father and mother chose me to pronounce them husband and wife;
That joyous happy time, their hearts entwined the wed,
And now the sad bereavement, for mother and son are dead.
As sure as the sun rises, so sure it is going down,
When we see the lightning flashing, so sure we'll hear the sound;
The pendlum swings one way, and back over the same line,
We learn from these things; it is the movement of time.
There is a zenith of life, we don't know when it's reached,
It is not for us to know, but the living it will teach;
Some of them are good, and some are very frail,
We do not always have an easy happy sail.
Jesse Willie's life was not a long sojourn,
He leaves a great record, from which we all can learn;
To be good men and women, and be it every day,
And when we leave this world, of us some good they'll say.
(Composed and written by his uncle, Elder W.B.Morgan, July 22, 1936 - Haleyville, Ala, Route 3)
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