Branson: A Poem

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My sweet nephew Branson, who was 6 years old, went to be with the Lord last week. He was a special boy. Below is a poem named after him.

A Poem
The precious boy is with the Lord,
His body in the ground.
Yearn for the day when all will hear
The mighty trumpet sound.
Mourn, what loss, this broken world
Could never be our home.
Take joy, and know that one day,
We will gather at the throne.*
The God of comfort leads us on,
His strength each day is proved.
We fix our eyes on things unseen,
And inwardly, renewed.*
Our hope is in the living Christ,
One day he will appear.
And we will be raised up together,
To meet him in the air.*
And so we will always be with the Lord.
*Revelation 21:1-4
*2 Corinthians 4:16-18
*1 Thessalonians 4:13-17
thayer fam

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