POPPA'S LOVE

It is a sad day...
Yet the happiest day...
Our friend Poppa, has gone away
Yet straight into his Master's loving arms today.

Poppa gave all he could on earth give
Now on the Lord's right-hand side... he does live!
Poppa has not his life blood shed...
For he is not dead!

Poppa is where he most wants to be
Preparing the way for his beloved family
Planning for them great bowers of eternal love
Celestial showers raining down on them from above...

So do not cry for him...
Trumpet glad tidings for him...
Rejoice with triumphant refrains for him...
The choir of heavenly angels sings for him...

Poppa sits beside the Lord in sweet amazement.
Oh how wonderfully ecstatic that moment
When Father and son tenderly embrace...
What tears of joy must be streaming down Poppa's face.

Oh how lovely was the morning
Bees were humming, sweet birds singing
Radiant beamed great love from the son above
When within the Holy firmament winging
Poppa saw the God of love.

©Copyright June 15, 2006 by Gary Jacobson

For David R. "Poppa" Alexander