Standing There, All She Had Lost Long Before

Standing There, All She Had Lost Long Before She cried, deep in grief, being so alone Why had her family left her to die? Now so very old and just skin and bone In her heartache she pondered how and why. Why did not summers of harvest gold stay? When did winter's new snows become so bleak? Each night, she in agony knelt to pray. Lord help, for I am too old and weak. Pleaded for answer came that fateful night Angelic voices sang her to His realm. Yes my child, now you may see sweetest light Hold my hand, paradise may overwhelm! Standing there, all she had lost long before. Each person lighting path, heaven's front door. Robert J. Lindley, 1-10-2017