Soul filled with gall, tears flow:
Crimson rushing on the snow.
Left home for office
Left home for somewhere
Left home for business
Only to appear elsewhere,
Where eternity steadies its swinging door.
Goodbye turns to abrupt good night,
Cold darkness replaces warm light.
Husband never returning more
Wife gone to another shore
Children laughs fade like leaves
Merry home in sorrow's sleeves.
Though evil men cannot ever cease;
In Jesus's hand commit our lives.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
Soul filled with gall, tears flow:
Crimson rushing on the snow.
Left home for office
Left home for somewhere
Left home for business
Only to appear elsewhere,
Where eternity steadies its swinging door.
Goodbye turns to abrupt good night,
Cold darkness replaces warm light.
Husband never returning more
Wife gone to another shore
Children laughs fade like leaves
Merry home in sorrow's sleeves.
Though evil men cannot ever cease;
In Jesus's hand commit our lives.
For the dead and injured in the blast in Abuja, Nigeria, yesterday morning (14:04:14).
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