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Tender has a voice
heard through its veil.
Whispered tears
echoing frail.

Sadness contained
bathing her soul
quietly remembering
embraces of ole.

Her eyes capture
retelling her youth
joy enraptured
aged, fine truth.

Wonder requests,
will this always be?
As hour glass sand
is washed out to sea.

If all you hold on to
of life lived with her,
If all you retain,
I pray that it'��s pure.

For the voice of her life
heard through its veil
whispered and echoed
surely will pale

Her reason for living
Her reason for life,
Love sacrificial
Her Lord Jesus Christ.

�SadieLu2015