[Tribute]
Open your arms, Dear Lord!
We shout today,
For your messenger of justice
is on his way.
It was like nothing we’d ever
seen before,
when he left to meet you
at Heaven’s door.
Deep in the night,
as the world slept sound,
his chariot arrived,
and he was homeward bound.
Dressed like a prince,
all in white;
His spirit aglow
on this sacred night.
Young and vibrant,
All sickness now gone;
No more
Suffering or pain,
As he rose to move on.
His chariot was swift,
with six
beautiful white horses,
and
the thunder roared
as his chariot departed.
With one final glance
at the ones that he loved,
he was whisked
through the clouds
to his new home above.
We’ll miss
his warm smile,
In our own selfish way,
But you’re warrior for justice
will be back home today
God’s speed, Nelson
Eric L. Wattree wattree.blogspot.com [email protected]
