I wrote this poem in a week when two musician friends went to heaven. There are few things that bring me more joy than playing music with friends. Writing this with Holy Spirit comforted me. I pray it brings comfort to some of you, my readers. Love to all.
For The Minstrel
Broken heart
Broken dream
Thrown apart
Ceasing being.
Death can’t win
Heart! Stand up now!
Your friend cries not
His heart now bows
Before the One
That he has loved
Veil removed
He’s now above.
Above the pain
The strength that failed
Today he conquers
His dream prevailed
He sees His Lord
His friend, His God
And oh how good
As Glory nods
To him, the one
Whose faith was strong
Is now given
A brand new song.
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