For Darby

She fought so hard

each day a battle.

So much pain

in such a short life.

 

No longer 

such a struggle.

Safe in the arms

of her sweet, sweet Saviour.

 

Eternally resting

no more pain

no more tears.

Safe in the arms 

of her sweet, sweet Saviour 

 

Such a brave soul

fighting

day in and day out,

struggling to survive.

 

Her fight is over,

and now it's our fight.

Fight to honor her memory;

to help those that are

as sick as she was.

 

The days ahead

won't be easy, but

we will be:

Safe in the arms 

of our sweet, sweet Saviour.

 

Honoring her memory 

by loving all

who suffer 

just as much as she.

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