Rachel Elizabeth Hill

Who is coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved?
It is she, Rachel, brining peace like a dove
She held on to her faith with a tight grip
She would not be the one to allow imperfection to cause slip
The thing that rivaled her Lord in her love
Were shoes oh those beautiful shoes that fit like a glove
There was a collection she kept with detailed care
She even noticed others footwear
Volleyball held her attention for a span
She was not only a player but a fan
Her relationships she worked to maintain
More through tribulation “Not without pain, but without stain”
She loved her parents with her rich heart
Rachel’s reality and intelligence of this Earth will always be a part