Bowing In Grace To The Soft Winds Of Death

I can no longer hear the laughter in your voice  
When I close my eyes, can you feel my sorrow on the wind
Knowing I will not feel your breeze in my midst  
From the womb to the cradle, we shared  
 
Bed of earth is now your everlasting solidarity  
A storm brewed above  
The trumpets played the last tune of your life  
Did you dance in the grace as you basked in the awareness  
Your name read from the Book of Life  
Peace has finally chosen your fate  
 
Quietly easing away from the agitation, madness, the mayhem  
In the basilica of life crossing over  
Behind the shroud of death to give unto its beautiful destiny  
Caresses of spiritual guiding hands  
Voices of ancient welcome the benediction of the homecoming  
Ascending to the peak of the highest mountains  
Glancing in the wakes of your life  
Bowing to the wonderous of what you gave  
Cherished in remembrance what you received  
 
Consecrated tongues in awe can remarkedly utter  
I’ve lived the life of a roaring solider battling in the shadows of God’s pastures  
Steadfast in my unwavering honor  
Bequeath of faith in my darkest hour  
I marveled in thy name  
My tongue never tarried of wicked faith to renounce my earthly journey
 
Those footsteps in the sands  
Marked in the sinking depth of those occurrences when I was down in belief  
Those wings of comfort when I could not walk You carried me  
That voice harkened in my ears to say  
Thy work has been done  
 
Heavy hearts did not feel my rejoice as I asunder yonder  
Deafening ears did not feel the calling of my eternal joy  
Clocks did not tell us the time when souls can rest  
A silent void no falling tears can ever fill  
A feeling the mind or heart will never come to understand in its absence
When my sunrise and sunset has finally set me free  
 
Go now, rest in peace