We remember the day with sadness
But the beloved person with joy
We still mourn the loss
But celebrate the memories
We feel the emptiness of his place
But are filled with gratitude
We lost a brother, son... now
But will rejoice with him...for eternity
Sunday, Sunday, will always sting the heart
The day that the precious soul
Was plucked away - setting us apart
But just for a moment....
He left behind a legacy of laughter,
A legacy of integrity and joy
A legacy of character and friendship
A legacy of love....for us....abundant love
This world was not worthy of him....
For this world gives nothing but thorns
Washed in the blood of the lamb
He shines like the stars in the sky
We are grateful, we trust
We are patient, we wait
We are strengthened, we carry on
And we will see him again...
With a crown on his head, for the prince that he is...