Pat Pirtle (1924 - 2015)

 

I had walked life's way with an easy tread.

I had followed where comforts and pleasures led.

Until one day in a quiet place,

I met the Master face to face.

 

With station and rank and wealth for my goal,

Much thought for my body but none for my soul,

I had entered to win in life's great race,

When I met the Master face to face.

 

I had built my castles and reared them high,

With their towers I had pierced the blue of the sky.

I had sworn to rule with an iron mace,

When I met the Master face to face.

 

I met Him, I knew Him, and I blushed to see,

That His eyes full of sorrow were fixed on me.

I faltered and fell at His feet that day

While my castles all melted and vanished away,

Melted and vanished and in their place

Naught else could I see but the Master's face.

 

And I cried aloud, Oh Lord make me meek

To follow in the steps of Thy wounded feet.

My thoughts are now for the souls of men

 I have lost my life to find it again;

E'er since that day in a quiet place

I met the Master face to face.

 

 

Pat Pirtle was a lovely and gracious lady.  Her family and friends have only good memories to keep them company when their thoughts turn to her.  The last of the Ashby sisters - may she rest in peace.



 

"Missing someone gets easier every day because even though it's one day further from the last time you saw each other, it's one day closer to the next time you will." ~Author Unknown