TRIBUTE TO A BEAUTIFUL LADY . . . MARTHA

I knew a lady with a beautiful face,

She carried herself with such dignity and grace.

She gave of herself, all that she could,

All to do for you, she most certainly would.

She loved her family, her children and friends,

She loved the world about her, everywhere she went.

She showed her love in so many ways,

She was so worthy of all of our praise.

Her eyes always sparkled . . . a deep shade of blue,

You could tell she was focusing them solely on you.

She could converse with you on any level,

And in her own way, she made you most comfortable.

She was a lady in every way, shape and form,

With her main focus being on her heavenly home.

If she were not there, when the church met together,

You knew she was home, sick, on her bed of feathers.

She did not take lightly, the Word of our God,

The Bible was her book, and through it she’d trod.

She walked the pathways of the disciples and all,

Learning all she could, so she would not fall.

She would read this daily and learn more in depth,

It was a great storybook, and one with her step.

She was a great teacher and firmly would stand,

On the Word of God, while living in this land.

She taught many children so many of His ways,

She would do it again if she could . . . this very day.

Her love of the Lord was as beautiful as could be,

Her sights on Him daily, hoping Him soon to see.

I see my friend now, so sick in her chair,

I look at her and think, it doesn’t seem fair.

She lived her life, an example for us all,

God, please take her fast when you come to call.

Don’t let her suffer much longer in this forlorn land,

And if Your Will be, come take her frail hand.

Let her eyes slowly close to life this one final time,

And her thoughts be with You in your home sublime.

Caress her gently in your strong, loving arms,

So that her soul will come to no harm.

Bathe her in your beautiful, bold and bright light,

Hold her so softly . . . hold onto her tight.

Breathe on her soul, the life of the blessed,

So you will be with her at her time to rest.

We love her and miss her, but we know where she lies,

In your loving care, above beautiful blue skies.

Written about Martha

(After visiting her at the nursing home)

October 2, 2006

©2006