Light is come, the light of immortality, the light of a Father’s countenance.

Adieu, our beloved, Mother Theresa, Nelson Mandela, Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King, thou hast light at even-tide, such as we have not yet! We thank you!

These Four Twentieth Century Saints sacrificed their lives and lived out the words of Christ; "There is no greater love than to lay down your life for another!"

Pain breaks not the calm of the sweet twilight of age, for strength made perfect in weakness bears up with patience under it all. Ripe fruits of choice experience are gathered as the rare repast of life's evening, and the soul prepares itself for rest.

The Lord's people shall also enjoy light in the hour of death. Unbelief laments; the shadows fall, the night is coming, existence is ending. Ah no, crieth faith, the night is far spent, the true day is at hand. Light is come, the light of immortality, the light of a Father's countenance. Gather up thy feet in thy bed; see the waiting bands of spirits!

Angeles waft thee away. Farewell, beloved, thou art gone, thou wavest thine hands. Ah, now it is light. The pearly gates are open; the golden streets shine in the jasper light. We cover our eyes, but thou beholdest the unseen, adieu, beloved, thou hast light at even-tide, such as we have not yet! AMEN!

These four very special people lives were embedded in the wonderful words of Emily Dickinson;

"If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain."

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