Our Father.
Tribute to the Grey sword of Light.
Traveling the world with book in hand,
He dispelled darkness with foresight.
Profound words shook doubt from faith.
Silence filled the gathering as spirit guided his sword of wisdom to relate.
Father to all that needed care.
Comfort and guidance that only he knew how to share.
How unfair that he is no more.
Our consolation is only the memories of how his words saved us despair.
Father to the world but dad to few, who knew, that their normal will be no more.
Simple moments of love defined his presence with family.
The morning juice, the daily visits the hugs, just being in his majesty.
Dad, know this, our hearts will never understand the gravity of this tragedy.
Tragedy of destiny, we are not to decide.
Our strength is knowing that the Lord has chosen you to be by his side.
Somehow we knew. Subtle messages, your last sermon and the way you said goodbye.
You lay there all alone, only with our prayer. We, unaware that you and your Father were there to
prepare.
Lord, I believe that our Father is in your arms.
Keep him well in his journey.
Let his words and memories keep his legacy alight.
As he lays down his sword…It was a good fight.
We love you Father. Our Father.
Tribute to the Grey sword of Light.
Traveling the world with book in hand,
He dispelled darkness with foresight.
Profound words shook doubt from faith.
Silence filled the gathering as spirit guided his sword of wisdom to relate.
Father to all that needed care.
Comfort and guidance that only he knew how to share.
How unfair that he is no more.
Our consolation is only the memories of how his words saved us despair.
Father to the world but dad to few, who knew, that their normal will be no more.
Simple moments of love defined his presence with family.
The morning juice, the daily visits the hugs, just being in his majesty.
Dad, know this, our hearts will never understand the gravity of this tragedy.
Tragedy of destiny, we are not to decide.
Our strength is knowing that the Lord has chosen you to be by his side.
Somehow we knew. Subtle messages, your last sermon and the way you said goodbye.
You lay there all alone, only with our prayer. We, unaware that you and your Father were there to prepare.
Lord, I believe that our Father is in your arms.
Keep him well in his journey.
Let his words and memories keep his legacy alight.
As he lays down his sword…It was a good fight.
We love you Father.
From Ashwin Ramrung
