Lady of grace You stood upon The open stage and You sang for us, And we forgot The you we saw, The determined woman Aged into majesty, Curly grey hair Tamed by scarf And crowned by hat, Standing there In well-laundered Sunday meeting dress And awkward shoes. We were caught In the richness Of your voice, Taken into The comforting depth Of your belief, Felt the rhythm Of your living In the notes you sang. You raised your voice And poured out your love, Singing to a spirit That called your soul; And your notes fell Back down upon us Like a blessing That you thanked us For receiving. And we thanked you For giving.
Written by Margaret Mair Picture, original art by Margaret Mair