His Little Lamb

HIS LITTLE LAMB

Dedicated to my friend, Lynn Turner

The Shepherd loves you, little lamb

He holds you to His breast

He strokes His hand along your back

with utmost tenderness

The hand He runs along your back

is scarred from long ago—

A nail pierced it upon a Cross

because He loves you so

You are the lamb in Jesus’ arms

safe in His loving care

Because He gave His life for you

you may ever nestle there

Maude Carolan Pych

My former coworker and close friend, Lynn Turner, went to be with the Lord, Monday, February 17th. She was kind and loving and very brave and she had a great spirit of adventure. After Lynn learned that the cancer metastasized, she retired from her job at the North Jersey Developmental Center and traveled to Ireland one more time, then moved to Arizona, which she loved, to escape the harsh northeast winter. When she got to the point that she needed the care of family, she returned to New Jersey and did her utmost to live out her final days as best she could. She never complained and always preferred to talk about everything besides her illness. Shortly before she passed away she told me that she believed she would soon be in Heaven with Jesus.

I wrote the above poem before Lynn moved to Arizona and dedicated it to her at that time.

On Friday, my brother-in-law Rick's mother, Ursula Bubbenmoyer, went to be with Jesus, and my friend Lester Struble's father also passed away. I pray God's loving comfort upon all the family members and friends of these three dear ones. Peace...