In a church, still and lonely,
One poor old woman only
Is wrapped in prayer,
And pious meditation;
Moving along from station
To station there.

Not a bright sight to look on,
Or write a brilliant book on.
Heaven sees; heaven hears.
None but the pure and tender
And true may comprehend her
Sighs and her tears.

Heaven knows how well she pleases
The loving Heart of Jesus.
This poor frail one –
She weeps with Mary weeping;
In step with Mary keeping;
Near Mary’s Son.

This particular poem was printed in ‘AFRICAN MISSONARY’magazine- MARCH/APRIL 1965

This poem was written after “Granny Bard” (Michael’s Wife)died in June 1963