At times my witness to this young mother was sorely lacking,
So many times I pondered, if in my heart, I might be slacking;
My words fell, or so it seemed, beyond her range of hearing,
And God, at times, allowed my heart to near a point of searing;
For her, why had God chosen my heart to so encumber?
This burden tendered me had power from morning light to slumber;
Was it because my immediate thought was turning her away?
That God chose to place her in my heart that meeting day;
Because she worked for me I felt bound in just what I could say,
For fear that something might be taken in an inappropriate way;
So thoughts concerning her became burned beyond my forgetting,
From the time she left our lives just like a sun at setting;
My objective concerning her has not changed since early days,
I wanted/want my life to be a witness to her in some small ways;
I prayed/pray Dear Lord, use me no matter what the cost,
Just keep Shirlene in a place in life, wherein she won't die lost;