A Tribute to a Friend
It doesn't seem quite right
Sending notes at the end,
When a whole lifetime of joys
Were filled by a friend.
Giving to sorrow is
Not the best way to go,
So let's celebrate the smiles,
The good things we know.
Your lessons were flower'd
Your lessons were flower'd
With Spiritual gems.
I loved your stories and paintings
From which all good stems.
Your home was a picture
Of serenity and love;
There I knew were angels
Looking down from above.
Your genuine care for
And concern for the one
Was always apparent
Despite what may come.
And to add a little humor
I must add this . . .
It was fun plotting with you
For my first love's kiss!
But deepest, and truest
Of my feelings for you,
Are those that have strengthened
My testimony, too.
Of a Savior who is loving,
Giving and kind.
A Redeemer who has
All of His Children in mind
All of His Children in mind
When he says, "All Who Labour
Come Unto Me."
I know that you will,
And your loved ones will see.
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