A Salute to Brother Ben Morris’s Mom
Below is a poem by his Mom
BROTHER BEN MORRIS' NEWLETTER FROM RUSSIA
THE PERFECT SIGMA CHI POEM
By Frances Elizabeth Matyastik
February 26, 2003
Mother of Sig Brother, Ben Morris
What can we say
Of our Heavenly Father,
That hasn’t already been said?
For His glory and love
Which He sends from above
By Him to His throne we are led
By His grace we are saved
And the road He has paved
With the blood of His only Begotten
For our sins He did die
And the price was so high
But most of the world has forgotten
Oh, Father, we pray
That comes that last day
And that silver cord we’re no longer grasping
When we’re on our way Home
We will sing Moses’ song
There’ll be peace and joy everlasting.
For our Father is true
And He’ll see us through
His mercy endureth forever
His love is so deep,
And His promise He’ll keep
When He said, “I will leave you never.”
His judgments are pure
The world holds no allure
If we love Him and do as we must
In Him is our Light
Our Strength and our Might
And our pledge is, “In God we trust.”
Frances Elizabeth Matyastik
February 26, 2003
Published By Permission of Ben Morris
Son of Frances Elizabeth Matyastik