A Stringed Instrument Player In Heaven
A STRINGED INSTRUMENT PLAYER IN HEAVEN
He praised God with stringed instruments and smiled at everyone,
He shared jokes with me often—now a new life he’s begun.
If harps are up in heaven, then he’ll play one there I know,
And with his wife together they’ll bask in heaven’s glow.
It came so sudden to him, and to his family nigh,
So we pray that God’s great comfort will help them when they cry.
Perhaps God will allow them to hear from heaven’s shore
Their loved one play God’s praises and sing with him once more.
I cannot give much comfort in this short poem, I know,
But I know the Holy Spirit can go where I can’t go.
I pray as you remember this man for many things,
The one thing you will treasure is his praise on many strings.
The strings on earth are silent from Cleatis’ talented hands,
But he plays them up in heaven among the angel bands.
And he would like to meet you some day up there above:
Just trust the blessed Savior he played for and he loved.
--Dedicated to the McCoy family in memory of Cleatis McCoy.
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