A man on the street looks like him
I glance over again, reminded
Almost two years but it could be
Yesterday; the loss to me
Has atrophied my heart
Knowing all this is part
Of life we share here in time
Soaking in the moments sublime
The best man doesn't seek wealth and fame
But love and honor in Christ's name
Daughter of a man who lived this way
Just one small thought to begin my day
Transports me to another
That this life leads to the other
Where tears will be no more
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