Two chairs and a table, a bed and not much more.
Bare boards were the covering, she had on the floor,
One could not help but think, that she was very, very poor.
And yet she was so happy, with a roof, over her head,
Even if upon her table, was just a piece of bread.
She was very thankful for, the gift of each new day,
And used her moments, helping, other folks in her own way.
It wasn't all that long ago that Jenny passd away,
Her friends and neighbours, missed her love, in so many ways.
She was loved and well respected, until her dying day,
But was not often rewarded, for the love she gave away.
Just before she passed away, she called me to her door,
And said to me, "I will not need my cabin anymore,
I know there is a home, in Heaven, there for me,
For Jesus promised us, a place in Heaven, to live eternally."
Jenny's living in her mansion, in Heaven, beyond the blue,
And yet we sense her presence, and still we miss her too.
I'm sure that she's an angel, I know she earned her wings,
And I'll bet she spends her moments, working for our Heavenly King.
Jeannette E. Smith
August 13, 2002
