On the day we celebrated Christ's birth
The earth quaked under my family's worth
And challenged the integrity of our faith
As the eighth of fourteen chased heaven’s gates
And raced to the face of Jesus
The One who died just to please us
Freed us from the sin that so easily deceived us
And now my aunt is justly relieved of
The cares of this world that often teased us
I must, tell Jesus!

Not only was that her favorite song
It was her reality
As the demons of sickness attacked her totality
They weren’t aware of her style you see
She trusted God to increase spirituality
Not man-made formalities
That would keep her in the box like traditional normality
I must tell Jesus that He was her reality
Showing unto others divine hospitality

My aunt knew that her soul was anchored
In God who promised not to leave nor forsake her
With Job like faith, the devil couldn’t break her
Now she’s earned her heavenly acre
I must tell Jesus thanks for making her
An example to families to remember now the Creator

I must tell Jesus that Edith James was a seeker
A teacher, leader and the main feature
In her own right she was also a preacher
While in Christ, she became a new creature
The old was evicted and the new was invited
Sin was restricted and the righteous got excited

To God be glory for her life
No more pain, misery nor strife
I must tell Jesus!