A poem for a poet … in memory of Marlyn Wickert … by Dave Scott

He was a poet, a farmer, a craftsman and more,He now sees himself in Christ as never before,

We loved him as husband and dad and brother and friend … on this earth,
One day in Christ we will love him forever … in glory.

He was joyful and kind and loving … His smile showed us all of that and more … 

He was “a character” … he was strong … He would squeeze your hand with that vise-like grip … and smile … 

A fun-loving, somewhat ornery smile … as he made you yip … His joy of life was contagious … And you would feel joy when he finally loosened his grip …

Yes … that is our poet and farmer and craftsman … and character … The one we loved … the one who loved us …He was thoughtful and responsible and dependable …

You could count on him being there … But now he’s not here … he’s there … with Christ in glory … Kind of confusing my words I know … 

But here is what is not confusing … As the poet and farmer and craftsman knows …

You can count on Christ to bring you to glory … If you bow your heart while still here below … And believe him for redemption and forgiveness of sins …

Because … well … who knows when it is our time to … you know … So follow the lead of the poet and farmer and craftsman …

And believe in the Savior … And then like him … when it’s your turn to go …

Do what he did … 

Take your last breath and follow Jesus to glory.

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