The day he died, the day we found him… the sky wept all day, and while we slept, even the earth trembled.

Today, the day we mourned, everyone came to visit him and the sky was clear, the sun shined bright.

Tomorrow who knows what kind of day it’ll be. But someday… someday it’ll be so bright I will his face, in God’s glory… And I’ll be the happiest I will ever be.