Friday, 11 December 2009


His soul is free
From this life
Full of turmoil
Endless strife
He laboured each day
To fed his family
To pay his way

He drew breath
For less than three score years
Before his timely call
To deaths door

He never had time
To enjoy the pleasures
that retirement brings

But now that he's free
And God has given him wings
He can fulfill his dreams

While he waits for
God to call
us one and all
Back to him

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