Confined inside these lifeless walls—
Outside her window autumn falls,
Some voices echo down the halls—
No visible response at all.
A wedding photo by the bed
Of her and John when newlywed—
“‘Till death do part” they both had said—
Love knew no fear of things ahead.
He passed away some years ago,
Didn’t live to see his wee ones grow—
To her back then a bitter blow—
With aching heart she’d onward go.
A rare disease has wracked her frame;
The blushing bride is greatly changed;
But though the outer shell be maimed
The pearl inside remains the same.
Disease advancing through each limb
Can’t touch the person hid within—
Though voice is faint and sight is dim
And every outward sign looks grim.
Behind those walls is treasured space
Beyond the reaches of this place,
Disease and sickness can’t deface
And death itself cannot erase.
No ill can mar the soul at rest
Though trials might sorely try and test,
On every side she be oppressed—
She trusts in Christ and so is blessed.
There’s nought can kill the hope inside—
Dressed in white, part of Jesus’ bride,
John and her ever side by side—
In the Father’s house—glorified.
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