Rejoiced at every opportunity to hear you pray
Reassured at your prophetic declarations against tribulation fray
Waited at every opportunity to be in your presence any day
Most importantly waited for next Sunday
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Years I longed to finally be bound to you
Fearlessly and earnestly loved you
We've being closest friends like forever
You were my Adam and I your Eva
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What's with Marquine and hats
Is it a way to hide a rash
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19 years ago we held it in our hands so handy
19 years after it so eluded the country
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There are some who would feels today does not matter to them
Those who had waited to cuddle a tiny looking being
Those who would love to share today with those who have
Those who would desire to feel the joy of motherhood
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TO A DEAR SIS IN THE LORD
What can I say?
The Good Book says in all things give thanks
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Pastor Dear! Dear Pastor! !
Rejoiced at every opportunity to hear you pray
Reassured at your prophetic declarations against tribulation fray
Waited at every opportunity to be in your presence any day
Most importantly waited for next Sunday
But No was told of a sudden crash
Oh No you traveled for a bash
Prayed and prayed that you got to your destination
Oh no was told you have not arrived the location
Where are you? My heart in a sqash
Oh no in the plane crash
Does that mean I get to see you no more
Pain gripped my heart so much more
Tonnes of weight like heavy burden
On my heart and shoulders laden
Your name declares double joy
Your death brought double agony
Left this sinful world
Transcended into another land
Wish you could come back
But I know you prefer where you are
Assured we will see again on that day
With this I hope and pray that I live to qualify to see you anyway
My Pastor dear, My dear Pastor, too soon gone away
Do not allow your ink to run dry. Keep writing. Or why the pause