A friend's departure

In selfish grief I wept for himWhen first he passed beyond my sightAnd wondered why a summons cameFrom the Lord of Hosts to end his light.

But then I saw no summons came;Here with the Lord of Hosts he walked.Our Lord is Life, both here and there,And with that Lord he talked and talks.

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