I knew a man his name was Paul
A friend he was, he gave his all
To everyone he’d lend a hand
For Jesus Christ he took a stand.
Throughout life he pushed the curve
Yet always sought a way to serve
The one and only in his heart
The Lord of all who won’t depart.
Sometimes we wonder why and weep
The trail and mountains seem so steep
We stumble on the rocky trail
So often wander off the rail.
And yet the hand of one so strong
Embraces us it seems so wrong
That He would look on me this way
It drives me to my knees to pray.
So now, my friend, you have passed on
And tears and sorrow are our song
We’ll miss your mirth and helping hand
And meet once more in heavenly lands.
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