By D. Fincher
Words take me, dear friend.
These tears are for you
That you are Richer more
Than you were ever Rich on earth.
Who thought words could shine glory?
Who thought music?
But my heart sang no finer words
Than your words on my tongue.
Gratitude's a simple line
Compared to such a mystery.
How could I find you such a friend
Our earthy exchange was but moments?
Yet glory peels away mortality
And we touch each other's hands;
Ragamuffins joined together
By nails and a thorny halo.
I hope I weep as you for my Home,
Which is always closer than I know.
Seeking that song not sung in vain:
My heart won't break to say good-bye.
In that Place where we feast on dreams,
My mansion will be pitched by yours;
We'll sing along eternally,
Knowing Jesus brought us Home.
Farewell, my friend, for now,
I'll see you at the Gate;
Until then, I thank you, my hero,
For in Him you have Freedom won.
Delivered with sorrow and joy, this pair;
Regretting that you beat me There.
9.20.97
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