Sunday 5 November 2017

AUNTIE LIZ


Dear Ingrid, you will never know
Your dear old Auntie Liz,
You’ll have no chance for her to show
Her sparkle and her fizz.

 
You’ll see her figure and her form
Fixed in a photograph
But you will never hear her warm
Reverberating laugh.

 
You will not have the chance to share
The days when she is glad;
Nor need to join with us in prayer
In days when she is sad.

 
You will not laugh along with her
At her own quaint behaviour;
His grace has taken her to where
She’s with her Lord and Saviour.

 
The One who promised He would keep
Her safe from fears and harms
Has gently nestled her to sleep
Within His tender arms.

 
Dear Ingrid, in this world of sin
To travel without scathe
Trust in the Lord she trusted in
And imitate her faith.


(with Christ 12/12/2005; Ingrid was born on 1/12/2004)

2 comments:

  1. She died when she was so young? Aaah. But I love the poem David.

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    1. Thanks. I wrote more about Liz when the Lord took her to Himself:
      http://dcbverse.blogspot.co.uk/2008/06/remembering-liz.html

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