Tuesday, February 25, 2014
In dedication to Brian Agnone, my high school friend.
He goes up to knock on heavens gate.
To gain entry, its not too late.
He walks through and passes beyond.
Being carried by angles with harp and song
When we will see him again? no one knows.
But when we do, it will be where God's love flows.
Let our sorrow be put to rest.
Because our friend is at God's chest
