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by Jeanne E Webster copyright 2009 Jeanne E. Webster He slumped into the snow and died Alone, but for the snarling winds Veiling his final words of life: "Oh, Lord! My God!" he cried. Swaddled within the soft embrace, Of feathered, wispy crystals, Shrouded in a chrysalis: T'was the end of his race. The boisterous winds became still, The menacing clouds recoiled; Stars shone with ethereal light: It was his Father's will. Aloft, his soul began to roam, As he sought the holy hand Of his waiting Lord and King: "My sonyou're welcome home!" T'is the story of how my dad Met his lot on an icy road, He lost control of his car: Oh Lord, that wreck was bad! Dad was in the winter of life, A slower glory-filled pace; Once a faithful man of God: His grace bewails the fife. I miss my dad, mentor and friend Yet I know he's home with God Walking 'round with his big smile In the land of no end! Shalom (Check out my new E-Book *** WOMEN OF THE BIBLE: A BRIEF BIOGRAPHICAL GENEALOGY*** http://ebooks.faithwriters.com/ebook-details.php?id=546) Copyright Jeanne E. Webster A published freelance writer, editor/publisher of monthly newsletter for years. [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |