HIS LITTLE LAMB
Dedicated to my friend, Lynn Turner
The Shepherd loves you, little lamb
He holds you to His breast
He strokes His hand along your back
with utmost tenderness
The hand He runs along your back
is scarred from long ago—
A nail pierced it upon a Cross
because He loves you so
You are the lamb in Jesus’ arms
safe in His loving care
Because He gave His life for you
you may ever nestle there
Maude Carolan Pych
My former coworker and close friend, Lynn Turner, went to be with the Lord, Monday, February 17th. She was kind and loving and very brave and she had a great spirit of adventure. After Lynn learned that the cancer metastasized, she retired from her job at the North Jersey Developmental Center and traveled to Ireland one more time, then moved to Arizona, which she loved, to escape the harsh northeast winter. When she got to the point that she needed the care of family, she returned to New Jersey and did her utmost to live out her final days as best she could. She never complained and always preferred to talk about everything besides her illness. Shortly before she passed away she told me that she believed she would soon be in Heaven with Jesus.
I wrote the above poem before Lynn moved to Arizona and dedicated it to her at that time.
On Friday, my brother-in-law Rick's mother, Ursula Bubbenmoyer, went to be with Jesus, and my friend Lester Struble's father also passed away. I pray God's loving comfort upon all the family members and friends of these three dear ones. Peace...
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