I wore a pale blue open shirt
My jeans had seen some years
I saw his smile concealed the hurt
And flowing of his tears
I knew his face and he knew mine
Our eyes displayed it clear
Whilst we shared the bread and wine
And met in Godly fear
With bibles firm in each our hand
Standing there face to face
Beginning to truly understand
The wonders of God’s grace
I still recall him as a child
As yesterday quite plain
How much alive, yet never wild
Throughout our times of pain
We lost our mother, father too
Most relatives had died
Afraid and wondering what we’d do
Struggling as we cried
I saw him leave with Uncle Joe
And I with Aunty Clair
Why did my brother have to go?
Leaving me standing there
No word was heard nothing was seen
Through all the years that passed
But each who’d learned on Christ to lean
Rejoined in Him at last
Through Jesus love we’re one again
We’ll enter Heaven’s gates
The lonesome years were not in vain
Eternity awaits…………..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem