The Teague Chronicle - Feb. 21, 1919 edition

Death of Glenn Greene

Glenn Greene, aged about 35 years died Friday night at the family home at Cross
Roads. Death following an illness of several years duration. Interment was in
Driver cemetery Sunday morning. Eld. J.L. Walker conducting services. Mr.
Greene is survived by a wife and two children, a boy and a girl besides
numerous other relatives and many friends.

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The Teague Chronicle - Mar. 7, 1919 edition


In memory of Glenn Walter Greene

I am the resurrection and the life. He that believeth in me tho he be dead yet
shall he live and who so ever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.
Believeth thou this. She saith unto him, yea lord I believed thou art the
Christ, the son of God which should come into the world. Thus answered Walter
when the question was asked by our Lord when he came here on earth. Should we
then when our loved ones that have accepted Christ fall asleep fall as though
to have no hope. We think not. We should endeavor to be reconciled to the
inevitable knowing that he has comforted Martha. He will come again for all
those who look for his appearing. We remember this friend quite well. 

His first term at school he was bright, interesting little boy and all his
boyhood days, but we admired him most as a man. It was a pleasure to visit his
home where love seemed to dwell, the beauty of the setting greatly enhanced by
presence of father and mother. 

Glenn was the youngest of a large family, consequently he received the devotion
usually bestowed upon the baby. He was born April 30, 1886 and died February
15, 1919 after an illness of several months. Besides his wife, two children,
and aged parents, the following sisters and brothers survive him: Messrs. D.
E., W. A., J. A. Greene, Mesd. R. R. Terry , J. H. Hullum, and E. O. Cosson of
Teague and Mrs. J. F. Roper of Fairfield.

Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep,
A calm and undisturbed repose
Unbroken by the last of foes,
Asleep in Jesus, O how sweet,
To be for such a slumber meet.
With holy confidence to sing,
That death hath lost its venomed sting.
Asleep in Jesus, peaceful rest,
Whose waking is supremely blessed.
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That Manifests the Saviors power.
Asleep in Jesus, O for me,
May such a blissful refuge be,
Securely shall my ashes lie,
Waiting the summons on high.

A Friend