Oh better bard than I by far
I've read your farewell poem.
Hope you can read mine where you are,
Now that you've flown on home.
You were not wind nor dirty cloud
Nor ash upon some empty shroud
Those just the remnants of the cask
That cloaked your Fire, your mortal
Those only settled on the fields
To darkly guild their flowery yields,
But you, a deathless, shining sprite
Took wing, empowered by Christ's own
You have out-flown death's sullen flood
And sit with Jesus as you should--
An over comer by His Blood.
Now you shine bright as any star,
Brighter than gem or flower by far.
Earth has no fleeting bloom alive
Can match your beauty where you thrive.
For now you ARE. Bright and Beautiful;
Your poet's soul foresaw saw it well,
And thus the title of your poem
Held deeper secrets still to tell.
Oh better bard than I by far,
Your soul was welded to a Star.
Let none believe the accuser's lie
That steals our birthright from on high,
For we are children born of God
Made in His image, not just sod,
And we've been purchased by His Love
And given heritage above.
Lord fill with heaven this our earth,
And turn our sorrows into mirth.