An angel died today, closed his eyes and
slipped away
beyond the bounds of earth’s domain.
Our great loss is heaven’s gain.

Host of cherubs sang him home; Christ smiled,
said “Well done,
my faithful servant. Come,
your task on earth is done.”

He showed him world of good below
as they stood
and saw a changed neighborhood.
To even those who misunderstood

he’d given touch of grace, run well the
lifelong race,
left lasting love in his place
that no demon could e’er erase.

What he’d feared he’d left undone survives,
yet lives on,
testament to the power of one
who, while he lived, shone like sun.

An angel died today, rose above
fiery fray,
cut through clouds of endless gray.
Oh that we might walk in his way.