Shannon's Song

She was called home too early for us.
She lived in victory of spirit, while physically challenged by Spina Bifida.
She blessed all who knew her. She was a glorious gift from God.

Shannon’s Song

A measure of rebellion in her laughter and her wit.
Tenacity of spirit… in a heart that wouldn’t quit.

A smile to melt your heart - yet, with a strongest will to live.
We barely scratched the surface, of all she had to give.

A princess, and a daughter, a woman and a friend,
She blessed us with her courage… endurance without end.

Then quickly He would bid her come…
“My child, your race on earth is done.”
A new and glorious race, to run.
Tears of joy… for she had won.

No longer in a chair confined,
Nor by her challenges defined.
Now healed, restored - by Him refined;
And in His loving arms, reclined.

And so released, she runs to Him, carrying a crown,
Now to soar on eagle’s wings… to dance… her freedom found.

Gladness for the sorrow, but for those now left behind,
Tears will mix with laughter, as the memories come to mind.

Recall the beauty that was Shannon; inspiration to us all;
Though, maybe not as you and I - no one stood so tall.

Prepared, and so perfected - that her reward be great.
It won’t astound, if she'd be found… positioned at the gate.

James 1:12  Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test,
he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.