My Elsie
Birds, do not sing so blatantly
When one in cold lies secretly,
When one lies dead upon some floor --
My Elsie, gone forevermore.
Gone is beautiful, soft fur.
Gone is her happiness and purr.
Though Elsie is gone, she still stays
In memories of other days.
Our God gives and takes again
According to His purposed plan.
O Christian, trust His holy will;
Our God is good and faithful still.
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