Family Saints

The Ancient Ones

By Judith Wilson.

Used by permission.

It was embarrassing when your own parent got

Up on Wednesday night and testified.

But it was worse when some of the

Real ancient saints got up and cried

Or shouted or waved their hankerchiefs.

We pretended we didn’t hear what those ancient,

Glowing saints said, but we heard . . . and later

The Holy Spirit called their praises of Jesus back

To our remembrance.

It was their steadfast witness. . .

Their genuine spirits of praise . . .

Their lives which were above reproach

That made their words stick . . .to

Later be remembered in times of trial. . .

Need . . . or discouragement.

They were special . . .

And I miss

Hearing from God’s saints

Whom Your light

Had shone through.

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This poem reminded me of Great-Aunt Minnie. She was an “Amen” sister in the “Hallulejah Chorus” at Eldon Church of the Nazarene. We greatly miss her. For a little while.