Our lovely Maida made a path of prayer through the years.
Walking, talking as she shared of Jesus through the tears.
She laid a path and left her life prints on the soil of earth.
Eternity cannot record the value she is worth.
So, when you find yourself in prayer as you daily go,
remember Maida left her mark to reach souls here below.
Her walk of prayer dropped seeds of faith along the road each day,
where blooms of life will spring forth because Maida came this way,