Who Was This Woman?
Who was this woman small and humble?
She gave up her home, her family, garments
Her love helped "as others fumbled"
She was obedient no matter how she yearned
Patient and earnest
Meditative and firm.
Only if guiding others was her story told
Her pain she took as a blessing
To honor her mate's mold
Imagine how her own suffering burned within
As she gave of herself
And gave up her turn of worldly things
For forgiveness of sin
Who was this woman that chose to suffer
Who could not do enough like her Savior?
Who was this woman who knew no bounds?
Who saw no lines drawn?
In color, race, religions, or even garbage mounds...
Who was this woman who only would serve?
Who cared for the poorest of the poor?
She sweetly kissed the foreheads of the dieing
Held hands while
Comforting babes as they lied crying
She fought for care where ever God steered
She saw all humans
As Gods precious children and dear
Her shoes resembled the pitiable
She ministered to the hopeless and ones in despair
Her sisters were equals valuable as they were
Dwelling in buildings rancid, hardly livable
Shame had no room to be there
Heat and cold was much of the time insufferable....
When the needy needed and none could be found she prayed and prayed
God graced her with blessings that would astound...!
When there seemed to be nothing more to give
Her eyes half shut gave way to miracles and bliss
She had no fear when lepers came near
She had the strength to endure their pain
When others shunned, ridiculed and leered
How could she know such desolation and still be able to face everyday
With out insurmountable hesitation?
Who was this Woman?
To love us all so?
Who was this woman that had Christ's glow?
Was she met with banners as she entered in?
Does her robe flow with pastels and feathers now fluttering with no sin?
I see her crown with jewels of stars
Every one of them that ever has and never has been found
Is her path now paved where ever she floats with velvet of purples, rose, and royal gold?
I see her laughing smiling now
With the radiant light of the Almighty bouncing off her brow
Her feet are now soft
Her hands so smooth
She rest when she wishes in the gardens constantly in Fluorescent bloom
I see the children she loved till they left
The hopeless who hug her because she loved them while they took their last breath
Who was this woman who had so much faith?
Who was this woman with amazing grace?
A woman of pure love
I know she was
A gift to us from Our God head above ...
"LISA J. WARNER"