Sunday, June 29, 2014


What will they say when that time comes,
Between last breathe and second dust,
To be covered by Earth’s soft crust,
Returned to the place I came from?

"His work was water on parched ground
Filling gaps in our condition
Healing wounds of man’s affliction
Giving voice to those with no sound

"He made you feel like a good book
Every page better than the last
A lonely moment never passed
He always gave and never took

"Even though his life diminished
And his time has come to a pause
He mirrored Him who ended loss

Reminding us 'It is finished.'"