Abigail VonSchleshinger Awoke one frosty day "Lord, please lead me step by step And show me how, I pray.
" "I have given You my life, I'll go where e'er you will.
Trusting You to open doors, Your will through me fulfill.
" Abigail went on to pray, Until the sun was bright.
Joyfully she walked outside, And danced in morning's light.
She felt something new inside, That words can ne'er express.
Glistening eyes alit with praise She answered, "Yes, Lord ...
Yes!" Childhood dreams of Africa, And reaching out with love, Touching hearts and meeting needs, Was all she could think of.
Six short months had quickly passed As Abigail prepared.
Meeting all her needs, the Lord Proved just how much He cared.
Abigail VonSchleshinger In Kenya now at last Trav'ling through the Western Rift Saw poverty so vast.
Hungered children broke her heart Their eyes so deep with pain.
Listless infants near death's door, The blind, the deaf, the lame.
Day by day with tender care, With prayers and silent tears, Abigail gave all she had While days turned into years.
Cradling infants born with AIDS While their last breath they drew Abigail's heart broke while more Compassionate she grew.
Tribes and peoples near and far Loved Abigail's bright smile.
Village doctors learned her way Of praying was worthwhile.
Healing, touching, loving all It mattered not to her ...
Dying people everyday, Her heart was simply pure.
Giving all she had to give In time she grew so frail.
Claiming not a moment's rest Her mission could not fail! Abigail VonSchleshinger, She gave to all she knew.
Years had passed as she pressed on Till her last breath she drew.
Villagers and tribal friends, They gathered from all 'round.
Celebrating life anew With strength and faith newfound! Hearts alive that once were dead Because of Abigail, Planting seeds of love and faith, Her efforts did not fail.
Abigail VonSchleshinger In righteous robes, she's dressed.
Dancing on the streets of gold, In heaven, now at rest.
_______________ (c) Jan Ross 2006
" "I have given You my life, I'll go where e'er you will.
Trusting You to open doors, Your will through me fulfill.
" Abigail went on to pray, Until the sun was bright.
Joyfully she walked outside, And danced in morning's light.
She felt something new inside, That words can ne'er express.
Glistening eyes alit with praise She answered, "Yes, Lord ...
Yes!" Childhood dreams of Africa, And reaching out with love, Touching hearts and meeting needs, Was all she could think of.
Six short months had quickly passed As Abigail prepared.
Meeting all her needs, the Lord Proved just how much He cared.
Abigail VonSchleshinger In Kenya now at last Trav'ling through the Western Rift Saw poverty so vast.
Hungered children broke her heart Their eyes so deep with pain.
Listless infants near death's door, The blind, the deaf, the lame.
Day by day with tender care, With prayers and silent tears, Abigail gave all she had While days turned into years.
Cradling infants born with AIDS While their last breath they drew Abigail's heart broke while more Compassionate she grew.
Tribes and peoples near and far Loved Abigail's bright smile.
Village doctors learned her way Of praying was worthwhile.
Healing, touching, loving all It mattered not to her ...
Dying people everyday, Her heart was simply pure.
Giving all she had to give In time she grew so frail.
Claiming not a moment's rest Her mission could not fail! Abigail VonSchleshinger, She gave to all she knew.
Years had passed as she pressed on Till her last breath she drew.
Villagers and tribal friends, They gathered from all 'round.
Celebrating life anew With strength and faith newfound! Hearts alive that once were dead Because of Abigail, Planting seeds of love and faith, Her efforts did not fail.
Abigail VonSchleshinger In righteous robes, she's dressed.
Dancing on the streets of gold, In heaven, now at rest.
_______________ (c) Jan Ross 2006