Sorry for the delay again. Life has been a special kind of crazy the last couple of months. On top of kidney stones that weren’t diagnosed for about a month and the aftermath of that, I was helping a good friend during her final time on earth.
Her memorial service is a week from Saturday and she requested I read this poem. God gave it to me a few days after we learned she didn’t have long. It was inspired by some things my friend told me and this picture of a statue in the front of a funeral home in Utah.
Final Steps
She looked so old and bent and worn
As she stepped toward the veil.
She leaned upon a wooden cane.
Her steps were slow and frail.
She took a last glance back at life;
She knew her race was through.
And taking one more step of faith
Was all she had to do.
She felt a breeze blow gently through
And beckon her inside.
She closed her eyes and in this world
The people said she died.
They saw her take her final breath.
Now she has passed beyond.
They said she’s dead, but she’s alive;
Her painful shackles…gone!
She opened eyes to such a sight!
The pain is truly past.
She’s running to the arms of Jesus,
Safe at home, at last.
Her body isn’t frail and worn;
Her strength has been made new.
Now worshipping her risen Lord
Is all she has to do.
(C) 2014 Denise McKenney
Feel free to print, share or repost anything on this blog. I do ask that you let me know if you use one of my poems on your blog or at your church somehow. It might give me an idea of better ways to spread His words, which I am always looking to do. And of course, always keep the copyright symbol and my name with the poem so I continue to have the right to use them. You may not realize that if something is posted enough times without the copyright notice, I could lose the copyright and then someone else could conceivably file for a copyright and I would no longer be able to use my own poems! It has happened, so please make sure the (c) is always on the poem whenever you repost. Thanks!
God bless,
Denise McKenney
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So sorry to hear about the death of your friend. Your poem is beautiful. You have painted a beautiful picture with words.