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
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