Carried Hence

Her feeble light is flickering
She lay upon the bed

Granny

Her feeble light is flickering
She lay upon the bed
And people whisper tenderly
As in and out they tread

She lingered on and childhood days
So long ago crowd in
Her father, mother, home-so much
Of all that’s past and been

Oh glorious trust-eternal rest
T’was not in vain-His values best
‘Well done’-oh faithful traveler
They gently, gently carry her.

~ Jenny Daniel