She had a way about her that made everyone feel loved.
She wasn’t an ordinary little girl. No, she was just a cut above.
Her laughter could warm the coldest of any hearts;
From her welcoming eyes, you’d never want to depart.
Now to the Promise Land, she’s gone far away,
Never to return or come again to play.
We all will miss her sweet little smile;
But if we’ll hold on, we’ll see her in just a little while.
She has been made complete by the Great Physician.
Her mind and her body, both now, in great remission.
She’s probably dancing on those streets of gold,
And most likely, hearing all His stories yet untold.
If you could see her at this very moment,
She might just be praying for your life’s atonement.
If you could hear her message as she calls out your name,
She might just be telling you to not remain the same.
“The Master is coming for you; I know it won’t be long.
Please, don’t wait forever, or you may sing a sad, sad song.
What a terrible disaster to live your whole life through,
And in the end, not give to Him your love which is so past due.”
Penned – MG – 9/20/03
*Wrote in tribute to a precious little girl I knew who lost her battle with cancer when she was only six years old…
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