Though your sister spoke no words to you in her final earthly days,
you spoke volumes from your heart in a million different ways.
A message can be conveyed beyond mortal, human sounds,
for love will always find a way where its words are thereby found.
Behind your eyes of pain were pictures of a precious past,
but in Christ that sweet sisterhood eternally will last.
Any negatives are gone, for they’re exposed to flames of light.
There darkness is immersed into God’s own glorious sight.
Your ears heard her sullen cries, yet could not dry the tears,
yet your hands placed her in God’s great care, replacing painful years.
Though words were absent from her lips, with silence from her speech,
you had an avenue of faith, with love not out of reach.
Your lips caressed her face when you softly kissed her brow.
Then God took her in His arms. She’s speaking to Him now.