She'd been ready for nigh on sixty years, had
Watched and waited for his return, always aware
He could come back for her in a twinkling of
An eye, perhaps when she least expected
For the most part, Sara was known as the
Eccentric ole lady, always talking bout the
LORD coming back to get her, it was only
Church folks, that really took her seriously
She'd married young, never had any children
They say her Husband had run off with a
Woman from town, tired of hearing about her
Jesus and how he, needed to know him too
She was the first to be there when there was
Sickness in a family, using herbs and praying to
Her Savior, those sick miraculously recovered, She'd
Tell them, it was her Jesus who done the heal'in
In the spring she planted a large garden that she
Tended alone, come harvest folks in need would come
And get all they could carry home, the rest she
Canned and took to shut in's for the winter
Winters we're long and cold in the mountains she
Called home, with thread and needle she'd sew bits
Of cloth day after day, the result was beautiful
Quilts, to warm someone for many years to come
Home made soups and fresh baked bread, warmed many
Ah hunter passing by, but for the most part she went
Unnoticed, as the years rolled on, she cleaned her little
Church with great pride, bringing her Pastor berry pies
One Sunday Morning, Sara's seat was empty in Church
She hadn't missed a service in fifty nine years, soon
As the service ended that day, the Pastor and flock
Headed up the mountain, to Sara's little place
Honey suckle climbed a porch trellis, spreading a lovely
Fragrance through the air, on the tiny porch was a old
Worn rocking chair, a pail of green beans sat on a
Stool waiting to be snapped
When there was no reply to their knock on her door
The Pastor turned the handle and they each walked in
Pie's had been left cooling in the window seal, on the
Stove was a big pot of stew, still warm to the touch
In her bed they found Sara that day, dressed in a
White linen suit she'd been married in so long ago
Her beloved Bible was clutched to her chest, the smile
On her face, told each one, Sara's Savior had come at last.
