Our Sarah |
| by Joseph Woodard |
She shared with us with her style and grace,
so lovely, slim with smiling face.
Her hair was golden, her smile was warm,
to see her was to know her charm.
She loved her family most of all,
but shared herself with all who called,
and had no prejudice, or hate -
but accepted life just on her faith.
Her life was short but full of love,
for family, home and God above.
So short a time with us it seems,
no time to really fill her dreams.
But sometimes God has other plans,
that's different from we mortal man.
He uses us to fill his needs,
to do his work, to sow his seeds.
And so our Sarah's gone away,
a star in Heaven some would say.
Memories of her are wonderful you see,
a perfect vision of life that's free.
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