Ode To A Faithful Sower (A Tribute To Voddie Baucham) Poem by Isadora Quagmire

In fields ordain'd by grace, truth was sown,
A voice arose, a trumpet's tone—
With zeal for Christ and courage bold,
He preached the Word, God's scriptures old.
From pulpits high set hearts ablaze,
He pointed souls to Heaven's gaze,
A shepherd true, through storm and strife,
He show'd the way to eternal life.

O faithful servant, now you rest,
Your labor crowned, your soul is bless'd
By Christ, the King, who called you home,
To walk the streets ‘neath Heaven's throne.
A legacy implanted in memory's timeline,
Of doctrine pure, of love divine—
Your life declared the Savior's name,
And we shall seek to do the same.

In every word, in every plea,
He called us back to Calvary—
To stand on truth, to trust the Word,
To lift our voices, to be heard.
With faith unmoved by winds of change,
He taught the church to stand, unchained—
To lift our eyes, to grasp the prize,
The gospel hope that never dies.

Through trials deep, through tears and pain,
Your voice proclaimed the Savior's reign—
And now you see with clearer eyes,
The fullness of that great, bright prize.
The Word you preached, the truths you told,
Now shine in heaven's gates of gold,
In glory bright, your soul now free,
In Christ alone, eternally.

Now, as we walk this pilgrim road,
We carry forth the truth you sowed,
And though we mourn, we lift our eyes,
To meet you 'neath the endless skies.
For in Christ's name, we'll meet again,
In glory's light, where death won't reign.

O faithful servant, now you rest,
Your labor crowned, your soul is bless'd
By Christ, the King, who called you home,
To walk the streets 'neath Heaven's throne.
A legacy implanted in memory's timeline,
Of doctrine pure, of love divine—
Your life declared the Savior's name,
And we shall seek to do the same.


Well done, good and faithful servant, enter into the joys of Christ's kingdom! We will sorely miss you!