Going Home
Late one night the lord took my brother away,for a very short time i wondered just where my
brother was going to stay.Then i came to realize the lord had caalled him home,for no longer
on earth would he have to roam.
For thirty one years in circles he went,the lord stopped the circles with the angels he sent.I
pray to see Rick and its very hard to wait,but this i know when the lord calls me home,my
brother will be standing at the gait.
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