Weeping
There was weeping this week
For a most gracious lady
Went on a journey to meet
Those gone on before
We visited in her home
Many years before
She was always loving
Welcoming us in the door
In the pastorite years
Ago many homes
Visited so
She was one to become a friend
When you go to funeral wake
There the loved ones wait
The dreaded time for the end
Tears are shed for a mate
But this time the children cried
Little ones, teens
And did not smile
When you see teenagers cry
One knows, just knows
That God was there
In her home where she
Offered love that was sent from God above
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