Rembering The Passing Of The Servant Queen Poem by Royston Nella

As a nation we mourned our Servant Queen.
Through royal robes such servanthood was seen.
We kept our vigil from well before the dawn,
and stood silently and your passing mourned.

Our loving memories have turned to tears.
For you served so well for seventy years.
But you had drawn your final royal breath
and walked with Jesus through the Vale of Death.

Trumpets sounded and heavens' gates opened wide
as God and angels welcomed you inside.
The Servant King knows well the role you played
For He too had given His life, the world to save.