A Young Death
She was taken
And the years were few
Little of this mortal life observed.
The fever ravaged
Did its work
And she without
Apparent twinge of fear
Passed over gloriously.
Oh precious woman
You taught her well
Gave her Christ in one hand
Grace in the other.
She knew not departure
In all its pitiful loss
But rather arrival with smiles.
A Beautiful Vine
On the other side of the wall.
Glorious light from Jesus
Giving health and song
Rather anticipate briefly
The hilarious reunion
In common faith.
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