My Tribute To Saint Joan
Saint Joan like us, was flesh and bone
to sinfulness and error prone.
Through grace descending from God’s throne
her life revealed she was his own.
Mother in Israel was she
while fostering her flock of three.
No matter what the plight or plea
she ministered to all for free.
As Jesus did, she sowed good seed
in willing hearts, that gave her heed
not just with word, but also deed
she lived her life, by divine creed.
The trees that from those seeds still grow
only eternity will show.
My life is one for sure I know
to her the deepest debt I owe.
Here lies Saint Joan of flesh and bone
for wisdom, tact and caring known
by all to whom kindness was shown
and even by her very own.
Just like saint Joan, one day we’ll die
with nature marred we groan and cry
and ofttimes wish with wings to fly
to a place of rest in the sky.
If life eternal you desire,
ask God your Father to inspire
faith in Christ who bore His ire
to save you from hell’s fearful fire.
Then when Christ comes from death to free
saint Joan who lived to ninety-three,
you too like her would rise with glee
your savior’s face at last to see.
Copyright © David Richmond | Year Posted 2022
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