Just An Old Woman Poem by Michael P. Johnson

She’d learned so much from love’s true source
She’d walked beneath Christ’s wing
Obedient down His chosen course
Till death had lost its sting

With wondrous joy her days she’ll greet
With peace at night she’ll rest
Serving beside her Saviour’s feet
Knowing her life’s well blessed

How well she’d learned on bended knee
When God laid wide His door
Through faith her ancient eyes can see
What few has seen before

Oft crying from her worn-out chair
From deep within her heart
She prays for people everywhere
God’s grace would not depart

That truth would break each wayward chain
Would flood their hearts with light
Would cleans them of each spot and stain
And clad their souls in white

Though man would see her body frail
Would see her old and worn
Her Lord to her would raise the veil
That separates the dawn

The door to God’s eternal grace
The gates to life’s divide
In faith she seeks her Saviour’s face
For power to fill His bride

For love to hinder running wild
To cease from foolish ways
That more to God be reconciled
And set this world ablaze