Home Free

This poem is for my Dad (5/5/1927-11/5/2016)

You’re home now
All questions gone
No struggles now
Pain, sorrow done

No more a poor reflection
You see Jesus face to face
By His life, death, resurrection
Glad receiver of His grace

There you’re singing
Dancing, laughing
There you’re living
Filled with joy

Now your music joins the angels
Praises, glory all to Him
Talents given back with interest
Good and faithful, free from sin

The tears I shed
I cry for me
Not for you
You‘re home free

Dear Friend

I don’t want your body
I don’t want your soul
And mine are not on offer
But I have some time to spare
If you have some
We could share and hour or so
Whatever

Time is precious so they say
I’ll give you mine today
If you could be
Satisfied to talk with me
I’m free