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They came on Sunday morning
With hatred in their eyes
knocked old Kathy to the ground
her purse their only prize

At 81 she stood no chance
Against lads young and strong
The best that she could muster
was to shout that this was wrong

Walking on her way to church
in the morning light
Inside that purse were precious things
She guarded with her might

Holding on with two frail hands

She struggled and withstood
a hail of blows and kicks
The best way that she could

Somewhere in the attack
one kid used a knife
More than just some precious things
Kathy fought now for her life

Stabbed, then stabbed again
her strength would quickly fade
Taken on the point
A cold and heartless blade

In moments is was over
and her life just slipped away
In the softness of a gentle rain
On a gray September day

Hers had been a life of joy
years of helping others
Feeding homeless desperate souls
And struggling single mothers

Many knew her kindness
and the love of her great heart
She treated all with respect
and set none apart

Love had been her guiding light
how she chose to live
And even as death took her breath
She whispered, I forgive

And so as her attackers
Were caught and brought to trial
The jury took their lives away
each walked that final mile

Hatred of their evil deed
was plain for all to see
Many wished the fires of hell
would be their penalty

Each in turn soon met their fate
but on the other side
They found Kathy waiting
to be their souls true guide

Kathy's love was greater than
Even death could claim
She knew that it could overcome
guilt and fear or pain.

In love we find salvation
Kathy used to say
It is the thing we need the most
In each heart every day

The love I feel comes from God,
was Kathy's favorite phrase
When I let it work through me
I simply give him praise

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