Released from the tomb, from the Winter which froze you,
Freed from the Dark, from the fears which enclosed you,
Raised from the earth, from the cells that opposed you,
Green with the gleam of creation;
Vanquish this shell, this mere skin that confined you,
Stretch past the trials that sought to unbind you,
Run to your Saviour, whose heart bled to find you,
Fly toward heaven’s ovation.
My heart aches tonight, but I know that you are in the Presence of perfect Love at last, and that I cannot begrudge you, my sweet friend…
In memory of Marcy Payne
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