His dimming eye The shallowed breath, meets brow more furrowed, Eyes more wet. But he triumphant woke from sleep and walks with angels golden streets. Returned to mother father too as hallowed Son and Father wooed " Come sit and bathe, eternal light where ne're shall day return to night! " " No darkness here, no tragedy no sickness no calamity. " " It's as I promised, as you spoke to many without sight and hope. " And now my good and faithful son, your mission here on earth is done! Now rest! the battle hard was won. The race complete u set to run. And what of us? We must rejoice and join with your angelic voice in praise to God in heaven most high as shell in earth below resides. 06/12/2017 Wb. JS
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
In loving memory of my father Kendrick Sharpe. Missionary, pastor of Antioch Missionary Baptist church. Who passed on the 11th day of June 2017, one day shy of his 53rd wedding anniversary. Love and miss u dad. Proud to be your son!
A great tribute Joseph. ...there is no doubt that both of your Father's would, and are, surely pleased with this heart felt write in dedication to them both. Your faith remains as strong as ever....
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May he rest always within Our Lords family.
Sophia