On Nancy's Passing

This morning the flowers died

Embraced in the night's cold throes.

Thus God did make and shall He take,

But I'll remember those.

For they were the love of Nancy's life

Though she planted with faltering hand,

You know, the girl that was Davis' wife

And my sister, you understand.

A battle supreme raged on in each cell

And the long days filled with pain.

And if prayers could have made this beloved one well

She'd be with us at home again.

But souls float down for a moment or so

To partake of the earth's joy and love,

To labor and strive and in spirit to grow

By a Presence that guides from above.

You who remain do not weep over long

For this shining child of the Lord.

Ye are blessed by her smile and the sound of her song

For she listened and followed the Word.