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*Good Friday*


I buried a friend today
Who died so much too young
died doing the work the Lord did lay
upon his life's short path

I met up with his father there,
next to the open grave.
He told me with a grief torn face
that part of him had died today
and lay buried with his son

Conflicted thoughts went through my mind
what can I do or say
to ease his burdened bleeding heart.
To help him, come what may.
He turned to me and slowly an understanding smile
crept over his sad tear streaked face
his eyes were filled with love
Don't worry child, he said to me
there's nothing left to do,
but share this time of loss with me
in silence together
alone