Poem to Celebrate Black History Month - The Departing
Ruby Lee Thompson - 1991
AT the early time of daybreak,
During an early morning shower;
There we lingered by her bedside,
Through her last departing hour.
There I wondered,
Does Jesus love her,
Does Jesus hear our prayer;
Does Jesus really love and care?
Then I whispered there in silence,
As the silver cord was loosed;
When he broke the golden bowl,
Which are the waters of life
I cried, we have lost! but you dear Jesus,
Will you keep complete control?
Yes, I know you have possession,
And you will keep and guide her soul.
He gave us the earthly body,
Which has been lain beneath the ground;
Back into that earthly dust,
To where it was found.
Through the soul and the spirit,
Flew away to live with God;
No more to suffer in that earthly path,
Where once she as trod.
Now in our quiet little country Graveyard,
Near a flat back on the hill;
That body lies sleeping with other loved ones
Beneath the clay so cold and so still.
And as we sit around our fireside,
There remains their vacant chairs;
But we have great hopes that they
are resting, peacefully resting,
In the Savior's tender care.