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Half Orphan

Into the deep she watched me go

Little child of woe

Down to chambers cut in stone

So all alone

She closed her eyes, shut out the light

And out of sight.

Cried out to her, she heard me not

Nor was I sought—

My arms reached out for her to take

So much at stake!

She turned away—her grief my tomb

Her guilt my doom.

Sweet Jubilee has burst the grave

Our God shall save!

For in her death we both are freed

Christ’s blood I plead

I was not lost, just shut away.

Atonement pay.


—Patricia Henderson Struntz

(Written after my mother's death in 1994. See my Blog, Half Orphan.)