The Funeral

The flowers were bright,
Full of color and gay;
But the faces inside,
Showed the gloom of the day.

A man will be buried,
His battle is done,
His race he has finished,
The victory is won.

He was a young man,
It seems such a waste;
For him to be taken,
At this time and this place.

But if it be God's will,
So it shall be;
For He knows what's best,
For you and for me.

by Sandra S. Oidtman