Mrs Mavor

From Britain for adventure
She came with husband new
Lewis with family fortunes
But devilish bottles too.
She prayed for his conversion
But took a baby’s charms
To deaden his addiction
With rapture in his arms.
A year and half so joyful
The mountains showed them Life.
And never a happier journey
This husband, babe and wife.

But mining has its terrors
The gaping dark below
And shopkeep Lewis wanted
A chance the mines to know.
Explosion…that the mishap
And three men caught so still.
And preacher Craig
Would rue the task.
A bereaved wife to tell.

She stayed, she stayed
With miners lone
Her Shop a sacred place.
She sang, angelic were the tones
That lifted each sad face.
They missed their kin
They missed the change
They missed the sun above.
But Mrs Mavor for each one
An instrument of Love.
An many came to know her Christ
Her strength, her hope Above.


(These images come thanks to the gracious pen of prairie Presbyterian Pastor Charles William Gordon aka Ralph Connor 1860-1937.)