Daniel

 

IT’S JUST ME

 

 

This special lady, we all love and know so well,

Deserves all the praise and loving stories we tell;

Yet all too quickly, with sincere humility,

She'd discount it all, saying softly, “It’s just me.”

 

It’s just me, Lord, trying to do the best I can;

It’s just me, Lord, help me to help my fellow man.

If You see fit, a place with You someday may be;

I pray that you can use me; but Lord, it’s just me.

 

 

As a young lady, she did catch a young man’s eye,

Picked over some others, and maybe not sure why;

Pretty, yet not the cutest, and still his top choice,

I imagine her praying, in a small, soft voice:

 

It’s just me, Lord, trying to do the best I can;

It’s just me, Lord, help me to help my chosen man.

If You see fit, a place with You someday may be,

I pray that I can please him; but Lord, it’s just me.

 

 

Yet newlyweds, back to these plains they made the move;

The wonderful wife he sought, indeed she did prove.

As side by side they worked, she never shirked a chore;

Lovingly she raised each of their children she bore.

 

It’s just me, Lord, trying to do the best I can;

It’s just me, Lord, help me to raise a happy clan.

If You see fit, a place with You some day may be;

Make me a blessing to them; but Lord, it’s just me.

 

 

The children grew and started their own families,

But returned most Sundays for old-fashioned parties.

The meals were shared and games were played, all the day long;

Then gathered ‘round her piano to join in song.

 

It’s just me, Lord, trying to do the best I can;

It’s just me, Lord, help me to lead this noisy clan.

If You see fit, a place with You someday may be,

I pray that all these follow; but Lord, it’s just me.

 

A tornado came through, the destruction was bad;

Some neighbors and friends lost everything that they had.

‘Midst all the damage, she said “Praise God, no one’s hurt!”

And on TV, a long ways her strong faith was heard.

 

It’s just me, Lord, trying to do the best I can;

It’s just me, Lord, please help protect my fellow man.

If You see fit, a place with You someday may be;

I pray I might comfort some; but Lord, it’s just me.

 

 

Many, many grandchildren, and great ones as well,

Have helped her bake bread or heard stories she would tell.

It’s hard to imagine all the lives she did touch,

But it’s easy to see why she is loved so much.

 

It’s just me, Lord, trying to do the best I can;

It’s just me, Lord, help me to help my fellow man.

If You see fit, a place with You someday may be;

I pray that you can use me; but Lord, it’s just me.

 

 

The day has come, though it always seemed far away,

And an end has come to her lengthy, earthly stay.

At the Pearly Gates she stands, the Lord just inside,

And in His blessed ear, I can hear her confide:

 

It’s just me, Lord, I’ve tried to do the best I could,

It’s just me, Lord, I’ve tried to live life like I should,

And if somewhere in there with You, a place might be,

Dear Lord, I pray, you might welcome just little me.

 

With a glimmer in His eyes like a twinkling star,

And His wide open arms stretched out ever so far,

A smile like the sunrise of a beautiful day,

In a laughing, loving voice I can hear Him say: 

 

Yes, Ella, it’s you; there’s a place for you in here.

Yes, Ella, it’s you, do you hear the angels cheer?

My promise to prepare a place, indeed I did do;

There’s a special one held, Yes, Ella it’s for you.

 

 

What a wonderful life,

Love,

Dan