Treasure Island

Portia Lane

(California)

When He Returns


He was faithful till his last breath
Now he rests
Soon we'll see him at his best
When he's restored to perfect health

A soldier of Jah we did lose
But faithful service he did prove
Is possible for those whose
Love for Jehovah is pure and true

I did not know this brother well
But from one day spent with him I could tell
That he was loyal without fail
Over death he will prevail

When Jehovah calls him back to life
Waiting will be all whom he left behind
With arms wide open and excited smiles
He'll know his faithfulness was worth it all the while

Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2012

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  • Michael Silver (8/15/2012 5:10:00 AM)

    Very beautiful. I've currently just been too 3 funerals in a row, all of them faithful brothers. This was very encouraging. (Report) Reply

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