Just as the sun was sinking
She left behind earth's sorrow
* * * * * Flowers have faded and bloomed again,
Our separation shortens with
Slowly in the west,
The Master whispered to her,
"Come unto me and rest."
With life's last setting sun,
Carried by the angels
To hear the Lord's, "Well done."
As seasons have come and gone;
Years have passed since we said "goodbye"
But her memory still lives on.
The passing of each year,
And our broken hearts find comfort
To know reunion's near.