Sons
Run joyfully together
Along streets of gold.

Eyes
Which never looked upon this world
What first you saw
Was the face of God
As you crossed the finish line ...
While we remain to run behind.

We met
For but a moment
At the beginning of the race.

So swift of foot
You simply pulled away ...
Charging Heavenward into the Father's arms.

We'll meet you at the finish
And there
Hand in hand
Give glory to His Name.

Until that day you run with me always.

-Dad