He takes our loved ones from us,
We know not the reasons why.
We can only comprehend the sorrows in our hearts
From the moment their souls bless the sky.
He picks them like flowers from a field,
Some prepared for his presence,
Some without a chance to yield.
He'll choose them and leave alone the others.
It doesn't matter if the ones he chose
Are someone's Brothers, Sisters, best friends or Mothers or Even our Brother-in-law Phil.
But somehow, when reminiscing, after all the tears are cried,
We remember all the reasons we loved them,
And know with all our hearts
, Why God himself would want them by his side. Phil you will be missed, sweat dreams my friend.
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