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.