The pews have emptied - we have all gone home. But there is a friend who waits, Who smiles and offers hugs, And who believes in a God that really can do new things. Early afternoon light filters onto the cushions, Dust mites swirling in the rays. The pews have emptied, but our friend still waits. What a gift Deb was to us, a light in every life. How deeply she will be missed. What grief, what loss.