The Songbird

The precious wife of our pastor went to Heaven on June 21st.  She had one of the most beautiful singing voices I have ever heard.  She was our music director for many years, even after she had to go on oxygen 24/7.  To see her and hear her melodic voice every Sunday when she had so little air in her lungs was strictly a God thing.  Her memorial service was attended by more people who knew and loved her than any other such service I have ever attended.  My husband asked me to write a poem in memory of her.  He read it to the congregation at the Sunday, June 23 worship service. 

The beat of the heart went quickly still,

but silence of the voice was not God’s will.

The songbird is singing in the heavenly choir.

Though her weary body too early grew old,

the silver voice flows along streets of gold,

her new body draped in heavenly attire.

Praises are offered at Jesus’ feet,

swirling and rising, never to retreat.

The songbird is singing in the heavenly choir,

her new body draped in heavenly attire.

 copyright 6/13  Laura Crumm