His name was Ollie
I wrote this to give honor to a great Christian Saint. Ollie was an old Saint who died while serving God. I was touched by his life and wrote this little poem.
He carried Oxygen by his side
And sometimes it seemed he could hardly walk,
But always did you see a smile on lhis face
Time spent with him was to hear the Lord talk.
The man seemed frail by our earthly ways
Surely not a man of great stature,
But to God and those who ever knew him
He was tall, strong, and full of God's power.
Death seemed to laugh as he slipped away
His frail body lay still to move no more,
But death didn't know it was just his shell
As Ollie stood smiling at Heaven's door.
And now a tall warrior can be seen
Dressed in white, strong and with sword,
The gold from his crown sends it's glittering beams
As Ollie stands praising the Glory of the Lord!
And sometimes it seemed he could hardly walk,
But always did you see a smile on lhis face
Time spent with him was to hear the Lord talk.
The man seemed frail by our earthly ways
Surely not a man of great stature,
But to God and those who ever knew him
He was tall, strong, and full of God's power.
Death seemed to laugh as he slipped away
His frail body lay still to move no more,
But death didn't know it was just his shell
As Ollie stood smiling at Heaven's door.
And now a tall warrior can be seen
Dressed in white, strong and with sword,
The gold from his crown sends it's glittering beams
As Ollie stands praising the Glory of the Lord!