Ogle This Family
Friday, February 12, 2010
(My friend just died from Cystic Fibrosis, so I wanted to write a poem for her!!!)
A little body so tough, so courageous,
your life, can only echo through the ages.
To some this battle might seem lost,
Your life written to count the cost.
They raise their fists, they don't know,
It was Christ's love you came to show.
God above is good indeed,
For it was His mercy he set you free!
It was your body we could not own,
He has called you, thence and made your home!
Ever alas you live in peace!
Not life, but death, your trials released!
For death is gain, and you do see now,
at His feet you lay your crowns!
Present with the King, and not with us,
Now we know, and this we do trust.
You did not have your wedding day here,
but only that could have been mirror.
YOUR GROOM! YOUR GROOM! he stands alas,
at the alter as you pass!
You walk down the aisle to meet him there!
Oh how beautiful, the two in pair!
Spotless bride, he called you home,
You praise his name, bow at his thrown!
I stand in wonder of where you are,
I can't imagine life beyond the stars!
One day soon we will meet with you,
we'll get to see your new body, too!
But dear child, I must exclaim,
as we share and speak your name.
You're not the one we strive to know.
Injustice that would be, for all you showed!
Showed us Christ, you did indeed,
so now on earth we can be free!
Your life was lived, not in vain,
Share it we will, to speak his name!
And as you stand among the son,
we remember you, the life you won!!!
No loss is here, only victory shouts!
For this one thing we do not doubt!
February 13, 2010 at 9:25 AM
Beautiful, Katie. Thanks for sharing.
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