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I wrote this poem for a guy named Fred who died recently |
A sweet and shooting star he was Brought light and charm to everyone But what stands out is something more Is what Fred knew he had in store Out up above this place and time He had a lot in heaven’s shine And he would be the guy to know Helping folks on their way home Knowing life was just a run Around the park and then you’re done Undertaker-s what he’s called But Fred knew man had took a fall Back in the garden sin was born Now what men got was death and scorn Now Fred believed that this was true And even made a buck or two On peoples passing from this place He’d get them ready makeup on face But way before that tearful day Fred could help those still awake For death was not the final verdict Man would face Fred wouldn’t have heard it He knew what God came and did Born to Mary just a kid Who grew into a man of faith Who died so he could take our place And love it was and Fred could see That this was life eternally And songs Fred sang in joyful hymn For Fred had a great faith in Him He called Mischke a time or two And sang a song more like a few He brightened days of listeners Set minds at ease and hearts he stirred But like others before would go The Father called old Fred on home And like a shooting star he was Left light behind trailing along So if we stop we’ll hear his song and Have directions home |