Old of Age,
young at heart,
time he knew out lived most stars.

Stars that illuminate the night sky,
shining like the morning sun,
giving warm, inviting hope.

Hope broken on his loved ones faces,
showed his time on Earth would soon be end,
but his life in Heaven would soon begin.

Begin without fear,
without regret,
at peace he passes.

Passes while singing,
swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home.

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