Brother Don McCall lived the Christian life!
He touch mine in ways.
I best describe it this poem.
I know Jesus is saying.
Your mission on earth is complete.
Well done my Good and faithful servant!!

Ireland land of promise your ancestry.
Green hills, dales, vales what desire.
When last he saw thee motherland,
his heart was glad and soul on fire!
His Father God has called him home,
to sing in the choir around His throne!
There is no place else he'd rather be,
No grander company than the Trinity
God the Father, our God the Son,
His Holy Spirit all are one!
His wife Mary greatly  he will miss,
her gentle touch and burning kiss.
God left you a few angels, Mary.
So humbled and thankful for what He did,
grown up with laurels on their heads,
to you and Don they are always your kids
Mary, at your side sickly,
he suffered long,
he wants all to know the
pain finally gone.
So joyful real indebted,
God's favor to see,
Don waits for his bride, his love
his love eternally.
Let Christ the King choir be known,
worldwide around presidents thrones.
Alleluia Christ still the,
Prince of Peace,
and in our hearts may He never cease!