Therfore upon your eyes of sorrow,
where your laughter, once I borrowed,
shall not you cry, so many tears,
nor speak of death, as now a fear,
In those years in which he made,
not many had so much to say,
speak not of me as being good,
for I to sinned as human's would,
Be it I, whom has been called,
to live upstairs, should I now ball,
mercy on that day I asked,
Our Savior's home, took me at last,
he placed his hands, upon my soul,
cleansed my spirit, today, I'm whole,
Be my soul, I tie to him, shall no evil ever win,
my spirit now is flying free,
shall I share my life with thee,
Be not your heart, in which I break,
shall not a tear, drip down your face,
shall those years take you through time,
must now my temple be left behind,
Today my love, I must depart,
shall no other, take my part,
be now humble if you will,
my temple now forever still,
My soul I handed to the Lord,
now his mercy I endore,
may you find the golden sun,
and understand, I've just begun,
It was not evil that I saw,
but the love of God in which I aw"
by our master's love I stand,
be it you that needs a hand,
If you grieve as I rest,
just remember, I've tried my best,
Therefore my love, if you must cry,
wipe those tears, and say ..... good-by!

This poem came about, through a funeral of a woman that I barely knew, I was driving down the road one day, and a carriage with horses had carried her body to eternal peace, It's strange how sometimes that effects a writer, I hope you enjoyed this,