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BY HERSELF
She was now by herself, yet she never alone,
People would say, ‘Poor thing all on her own’
She always seemed happy and quite content,
As if something to her from heaven was sent.
Her home was a quiet haven of sweet harmony,
Peace and love within those walls followed free,
If you listened you’d hear heavenly music there,
This widow’s home seems a sacred place of prayer.
As you enter you feel His healing spirit right there,
You find comfort and companionship in the air,
She is never alone for the Holy Spirit dwells therein,
You would feel out of place if you brought in sin.
There is angelic music playing all soft and low,
There is warmth in the firesides healing glow,
There are also happy memories so dear and sweet,
Knowing that one day all her loved ones she’ll meet.
Although she loves to see a friendly smiling face,
Even when no callers come she feeds on God’s grace,
For this home is like the temple, like His heavenly home,
So although she maybe by herself, she never walks alone.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 15, 2002