On the shortest day
Of the year
To my blue eye's
Will come a tear
For those who are
Here no longer
For they've gone home,
They may have died
Under a tree
By the riverside
Dreaming of the sea
The many were
Strangers to me
Though not strangers to God
For God knew each by name,
So as we gather
Bow our head
Pay homage
To the dead
A borrowed roof
A borrowed bed
With God they're never alone
With God they have a home.
JJSweets 28Oct19 14:48 hrs
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