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 Myrtle's Walk
Her life span here was as GOD breathed
As time allowed she too believed
That in her walk she'd soon succumb
To one last breath serving The Son

Her heart was more than hers to share
Savior etched deep His cross name bared
If one looked close upon the tree
 Myrtle you'd see Christ would set free

More than a child as years would pass
Came to know King and Light that casts
Over all shadows, Hell bent on keeping
But not this one, please keep from weeping

Her days serving came to an end
Upon this Earth but now she tends
To things unseen, in realm she earned
Doing her part, her soul much yearned

Her wait now over as Angels heard
God's call to bring to Life He stirred
From mother's womb life formed to be
Cousin Myrtle who took her leave

Not gone, not far but a stone's throw
Beyond Gold fields new life bestowed
Upon her being some use to know
Dines at table, with smile aglow

This write intends to comfort those
To bring the peace she too now knows
To keep alive what kept her here
For such a time, pierced hands drew near

Myrtle's Walk

For Doris Covington and family

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