Death finally comes.  From out birth we begin moving toward death.  It may be that death upon this earth is only shrugging off a body grown weary and broken so that the soul can display itself in some better place.

Each of us was made by God

And some of us grew tall.

Others stood in the wind

Their branches  sure to fall.

A friend lay dying

And I could have said

Raise your head a little

& I’ll Show you Spain.

But he slipped away

& I’ll Never have the chance again.

There was a man so very hungry

I could have given bread

Bread coasts very little

But instead we stared at the rain

But he went away

& I’ll Never have the chance again.

There was a man who loved me

& I could have held his head

Against my chest

& helped to ease the pain

But he is gone away

& I’ll Never get the chance again.

There was a man who

Loved his daughter so

When upon he looked at her

His heart and soul would glow

Now we lay him pain free and at rest

He’ll be up in heaven helping with the rest!

Death finally comes.  From out birth we begin moving toward death.  It may be that death upon this earth is only shrugging off a body grown weary and broken so that the soul can display itself in some better place.

Each of us was made by God

And some of us grew tall.

Others stood in the wind

Their branches  sure to fall.

A friend lay dying

And I could have said

Raise your head a little

& I’ll Show you Spain.

But he slipped away

& I’ll Never have the chance again.

There was a man so very hungry

I could have given bread

Bread coasts very little

But instead we stared at the rain

But he went away

& I’ll Never have the chance again.

There was a man who loved me

& I could have held his head

Against my chest

& helped to ease the pain

But he is gone away

& I’ll Never get the chance again.

There was a man who

Loved his daughter so

When upon he looked at her

His heart and soul would glow

Now we lay him pain free and at rest

He’ll be up in heaven helping with the rest!