January 19, 1996

8:30 a.m.

We shared two things in common,

Cancer and our Lord and Savior,

I praise God for my illness,

For without it, I could not have known her.

Over the last several months,

We've shared prayers and a few fears,

No matter what we were going through,

For each other we'd shed tears.

Throughout all of our visits,

You would always share your smile.

You would always lift me up

So that I could go the next mile.

You taught me many things

As we shared our "war" stories.

But one thing stands out above all else,

No matter what - give God the glory.

Joyce, you may have lost the battle,

But you have won the war.

For you are on the Lord's side,

Where there is suffering no more.

You helped me through a lot,

Thanks for being my friend.

I love you and I'll miss you ----

Until we meet again.

Your friend and sister in Christ

Karen Echerd

(This poem was being completed about the time Joyce was called to a better life. She died at 9:05 a.m. The poem was started at 8:30 a.m.)

This has been used with Karen Echerd's permission.

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