For Nate Kittleson

I can only imagine
all of the pain
but with every rainbow
comes a little rain
you probably think to yourself
"God, Why?"
but god has given him wings
onto which he can fly
you probably close your eyes
and still can see his face
but how you must remember
he's in a better place
he's out of all harm's way
he's in the holy lands
he's flown up on the wings of grace
into God's loving hands


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