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His hands were extended to lead you home
Like a cheerful little child, you took it;
And left the world
Our hearts you wet with joyfulness,
Now like vapor you vanish….
I picture you in white
Amongst the angels
Savouring in His radiance,
Dancing thru heaven’s gate
Though I cry
Yet I rejoice for you,
Assuredly, you’ll be missed!
I will not say, “Alas he’s dead!”
Rather, I’ll proclaim:
“At last he’s Home!”
Written by: Kingsley U. Ayistar
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson