JOY COMES IN THE MORNING

JOY COMES IN THE MORNING

Kenute P. Curry

Farewell, my brave friend

Here, at last, as we stand on the sandy shores together

This chapter of our lives comes to an end

I will not say I do not weep, for not all tears are evil

But joy comes in the morning

I will always love you, my very dear friend

God be with you until we meet again

On the horizon

Where the white gulls call

Across the sea, a bright sun rises in the east

All will turn to silver glass

When the angels come to carry us home

And we behold the face of the King

March 11^th 2016

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