Waited For His Call Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

Her face was wrinkle-free, hair as white as snow,
and her body tired of the world below…
God's presence stirs within and will in another
lifetime too…she loved and trusted Him in the
presence of her daily life.

As darkness appeared and night drew near, she
waited patiently to hear His loving call.
God called. She answered Lord hear my cry:
I'm weak, can't guide my feet; precious Lord
take me in your arms and carry me home.

Now, the oak tree is deceased. Left behind her
branches, twigs growing, and increasing.
You need not worry. She in God's loving care,
with husband, friends, family, and sharing in
God's boundless love and endless grace

Yet her death, leaves a huge whole in our souls,
and us searching in crowds for her face. Sad you're
gone. But so delighted your memories stay back.
We'll miss you exceedingly until we meet again
in God's kingdom …

April 1,2017