She surely is smiling in Heaven, resting on God's heavenly porch and singing this song with us. She saw much pain and much tragedy and smiled right through it.
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As a good friend said, "cry, throw yourself a pity party and move forward". [about my hormonal swings]
Here though, I will cry in words, and give it up the Lord. He holds my sweet friend and she is all the better for being there. I will miss her always.
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There was a porch
with white steps
and bushes hugging
we spent hours
clipping and cutting
but nothing
was as special as the sweet words
she spoke
I sat a spell with her
knowing now what that means
a moment
where much is gleaned
magic cast
as she shared her past
the good
the bad
the ugly
and the victory given
by our Savior and how he lived it
and with each passing breath
so much depth
and joy
for one who had little
had suffered much
and yet was richer than all the world
and so
forever she lives
beneath the cleansing flood
forever washed in His blood
a testament
to what it meant
to have Victory in Jesus.
RIP to the beautiful, Mrs. Ethel Jones
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