The Fighter
Born abroad, traveled by sea
From boat’s deck you saw Liberty
Settled in to a foreign land
And took nothing from an open hand
Chosen, rather, was the road of grit
And you traveled with dignity down it
Everything owned—language, culture, home
Was not from others’ labor—solely your own
You fought in the war for the country you would love and know
With every mission, Providence’s Hand would guide you safely home
Started a family, with beautiful children, four
A wife of radiant beauty, from inside and out
A house of warmth, a home filled with love
The fight for their provision took priority above
Fought for your children’s best, modeling strength
Sat grandkids on your lap, telling stories at length
Celebrated life, lived it well
Gave generously from a bottomless well
You fought in your home for the family you would love and know
Modeling Providence’s Hand to offer warmth in your home
When life’s curtain began to draw, you hung on, you fought
Precious moments with loved ones continued to be sought
But now a different curtain has come in to view
Revealing the agelessness of eternity anew
Legacy’s impact firmly embedded
On your beloved and the direction they’re headed
We grieve your absence and find it hard to let go
But watch on as Heaven’s veil is lifted slow
You fought in this life for eternity you would love and know
Where Providence’s outstretched Hand welcomes you joyously home
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