Cold spring rain, drifting from the night sky
As the tears you felt the days before you died.
But joy came also, in prayer to You,
In friends, in faith, A journey not through.
Eternity’s entrance, the exit to life,
An endless existence, love without strife.
Faith, faith is the key, while love is the yeast,
Rapidly rising in hopes Of the feast.
Dancing in praise to my Lord, to my friend,
Singing with joy for your grace to the end.
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