Going Home
Late one night the lord took my brother away,for a very short time i wondered where my
brother would stay.Soon i came to realize the lord had called 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 each and every day to see him and it's 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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