CHARLES WESLEY KEY, Obiturary, 19 Dec 1908, Coke County, TX

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Submitted by Gerald W. Key - KeyNotes2000@aol.com 
13 March 2001
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LITTLE CHARLES WESLEY KEY

Little Charles Wesley Key, son of Mr. And Mrs. H. R. Key was born 
Sept. 2, 1906, and died Dec. 19, 1908. On December 10, we were called 
by telephone, saying grandma, you and grandpa come quick, the mule has 
kicked the baby’s brains out but when we reached there we thought at 
first it was not so bad but on investigation found out it to be a 
serious blow breaking the skull over the right eye. The doctors dressed 
the wound and we brought him home with us and we thought for a few days 
that probably he would get well, but alas, not so, He lingered on, 
having his right mind until the tenth day and God took him home with 
the angels. It is hard to give him up and to say Thy will be done. But 
he that tempers the wind to the shorn lamb, is able to heal our broken 
hearts and He will give us grace to sustain us if we will only trust him. 
Look up sad father and mother, Jesus will help you to bear your burden 
but we all have to say:

Our home is so lonely and sad
Since God took our baby home,
To come to grandma’s made him so glad
And it is so hard to think he is gone
Now we hear his prattling voice
As through the hall he played,
But he is now with God to rejoice
In the home, with hands not made.
He loved the instruments of music
He found in grandma’s home
And always tried to play them
When he would to grandma’s come
He hears the music, sees the face
Of Christ our glorious King
And bye and bye we’ll join the babe,
And all His praises sing.
He is now walking the streets of gold,
In that happy home of love
Where there is praise and joy untold
In that happy city above.
Those beautiful jet black eyes
And curls as the raven’s wing
How they will sparkle above the skies,
As he with the angels in heaven will sing.
How sweet those little hands
As in snowy grace they lie
Not to scatter thorns but roses
For our reaping bye and bye.
Mother you see him in your dreams
It seems to you he’s here
It’s only those beautiful beckoning hands,
Beckoning you to come up there.
Father he is calling you as of yore,
Not on earth but to heaven above.
Standing on the other shore,
Telling you of God’s great love.
Uncles and aunts, grandparents
One and all:
Our babe has gone to heaven above,
That we may hear the heavenly call
To come and enjoy God’s great love.
There was an angel band in heaven
Which was not quite complete
So God took our darling Wesley 
To fill the vacant seat.
And now he is playing on harps of gold
With the angel band in heaven above,
And singing sweet songs of joy untold;
In the sunlight of God’s great love.
Now that he is with the angels
Moving around the golden throne.
May we all be there to join him
When we are summons from this home.
They buried him in a casket of white
And in the clothes of the driven snow.
Won’t he shine in God’s great light?
God says he will, and that I know.
We all loved little Wesley all too well
Tis hard to give up baby dear,
How much we miss him none can tell;
But we will see him, do not fear.
We loved him, yes, we loved him,
But the Savior loved him best.
He healed his broken little head
And took him home to rest.
Golden gates were opened wide,
A gentle voice said come,
And angels on the other side
Welcomed little Charles Wesley home.
But let’s not grieve for baby dear
For he is with the Holy one.
Let’s pray to God to see more clear
And say to him Thy will be done.
--His Grandma

Note:  This obituary/poem was written by Amanda JoAnna Key, of Bronte. 
It was written at the time of his death.  Charles Wesley Key was born 
on September 2, 1906 and died on December 19, 1908. He is buried in the 
Fairview Cemetery at Bronte with his parents, Henry Richard Key and Neva  
Viola Key.  He was their firstborn child.