|On the morning of June 9, 1990, The Angel of Silence came and claimed one we loved so dearly, Sis. Lorna Mae Lewis Cyprian. Her soul winged its flight from this world of sin, sorrow, and pain to a place of eternal rest. Born October 23, 1945, she was the third child born to her parents.
Lorna was always a very quiet, easy-going youngster, full of compassion, love, affection, and wisdom that touched the hearts of many.
She united with Mary’s Chapel United Methodist Church at an early age and was dedicated in many capacities; Choir, Methodist Youth Fellowship, Church School, United Methodist Women, Youth Worker, Vacation Bible School, and the Young Adults.
Sis Cyprian was an ideal minister’s wife. She assisted her husband in caring for and nurturing his congregation. She was a people-oriented person who was able to get along with everyone.
She served alongside of her husband on both the charges to which he was assigned. Never when her services were needed was she unable to find the time to work cheerfully and with a strong commitment. To know her was to love her; to work with her was always encouraging and inspiring. The witness of her faithfulness will forever be a challenge and a blessing to mankind.
As she stepped across the threshold that we call death, it was but a step into Our Father’s Mansion. She leaves to cherish her loving memories a devoted, loving, and affectionate husband, Rev. Wesley R. Cyprian, Sr.; two children, Wesley Jr., and Lorna Arlecia; her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ed. Lewis, of Varnado, La.; one sister, Mrs. Rosie and Aril Jackson of New Orleans, La.; four brothers and their spouses: Edgar and Annie Lewis of Landover, Maryland; Levi and Katherine Lewis of Varnado, La.; William “Bill” of St. Louis, Missouri; and Wallace and Evelyn Lewis of Jackson, Mississippi her mother-in-law, Mrs. Mary E. Armstrong of Bogalusa, La.; a host of aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and other relatives, and friends; and three god-daughters, Airlynn Jackson, Rosalyn Lewis, and Rosalind Young.
“When I Must Leave You”
When I must leave you for a little while, Please do not grieve and shed wild tears, and hug your sorrow to you through the years. But start out bravely with a gallant smile: and for my sake and in my name live on and do all things the same, feed not your loneliness on empty days, but fill each waking hour in useful ways.
|Source: Journal Louisiana Conference, 1991, p. 233 By Rev. Wesley R. Cyprian, Sr.|