Son: "I love You, O Lord, my strength," I cried at the remainder of life's length. I will worship You forevermore. Like eagles, on wings I will soar. All by Your grace, I finished the race. I'm seeing You, my Father, face to face.
Father: Come, My son, come home The life you lived, My glory shown The loved ones you left behind Are not without care. They're on My mind. I've heard their prayers. I've seen their tears. I am beyond their apprehensions and fears. I am their God Who'll see them through Just as I have been faithful to you.
A poem in memory of my cousin, Cholo Seva, who lived a life of love in awe of his God April 19, 1976 - October 30, 2015