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Daniel Cook

San Diego California

Henry Shankland

Rating: 3.5
I still remember crying in the hall
Thinking God had dropped the ball
And I remember just next week
Crying at church in my holy seat
First my friend
now grandpa Shankland
Why do I still see it flash before my eyes?
Me sitting in the hall, from someone else’s eyes
I had on my cowboy boots
My only comfort after loosing the last of my roots
My mother said he died in piece
But that was not my problem
He died too soon
Hit an open wound
I was only 6
Faced with a problem I could not fix
Income cut short
Mom’s face all contort
Forced to cope
Decided to not believe in hope
But it all changed
My life was rearranged
God’s hand reached down from above
Brought me peace, showed me love
I’ve made it through all these hard years
Every one in a while accompanied by my tears
I’m still in the house where once I cried
Because my grandpa had just died
Every day I see the place
In the hall where I buried my face
It’s a reminder of how great he was
And I know ill see him soon one day above.
Daniel Cook
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
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Charles Chaim Wax 13 December 2005
such devotion cradles the soul making turmoil a bit stress dealt with without trouble so greast ther touch of His hand so sure his gift to us if open our soul to his gentle touch guiding us on earth toward Heaven and the Perfect Peace of that realm
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