Long winded verses.
Long winded curses…
He came on a Persian Night.
A baby born star-crossed.
Your passion a rock of fire.
The Chosen one.
Today I write this tribute.
For the One who is still around.
My imagination knows His image will never die.
His holy spirit etched in my soul.
For you I kept searching, seeing, freeing, believing feeling
For only you my dear brother.
Thanks to you my brother I kept thinking, feeling, seeking, preaching.
With the hopes I somehow make your proud.
I know I’ll never be half the man you were.
I know I’ll never feel the pain you endured.
But I would have volunteered to take your place.
So I hope you feel Your tears streaming down my face.
Tears of joy for your grace.