A Winter Chrysalis
He slumped into the snow and died
Alone, but for the snarling winds
Veiling his final words of life:
“Oh, God! My Lord!” he cried.
He was swaddled in their soft embrace,
The feathery wispy crystals,
Lying within a white chrysalis:
He’d reached the end of his race.
The boisterous winds became still,
The menacing clouds recoiled;
Blazing stars shone with ethereal light:
It had been his Father’s will.
Aloft, his spirit began to roam,
Calmly seeking that holy hand
Of his waiting Savior, Lord and King:
“My son...you’re welcome home!”
This is the story of how my dad
Met his lot on a slippery road,
Losing control of his car that night:
Oh Lord, that accident was bad!
Dad was in the winter of life,
A slower but glory-filled pace;
Being a faithful man of God:
“Amazing Grace” bewails the fife.
I miss my father, mentor and friend
Yet I know he’s home with God,
Walking ‘round with his big ole smile
In the land where there is no end!
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