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A poem for a special person
To my brother Steven who passed away on Jan. 27 2001.
Be Gentle Lord
Be gentle with him now, dear lord; He was a genlte man, you know. Open thy arms wide and welcome him in, For he was tired and full of woe.
Give him your tender loving care That shall make his spirit soar; Give him thy gift of eternal life That he may rejoice evermore.
Make room for him in thy glorious house, And prepare for him a bed ON a soft white cloud with a pillow of satin, Where he may rest his weary head.
Sometimes when the loss and greif I feel Are almost more then i can bear, I look to heaven with wide-open eyes And I can almost see him there.
Steven I don't have to mourn no more...I know that one day I will be at your side...I love you Steven