An angel kneels before a rugged cross, A brilliant light unravels and grows around the creature, It rises and take him by the hand, Into God's arms it is lead, Here on earth we grieve, I know that someday I'll meet with him again, Good friends are taken from us harshly, And even though it may seem an eternity before you may See them again, I know that my angel will be waiting to take me home and Rejoice with those waiting on the other side of Heaven's Gate April 17, 1999 In Loving Memory of Jonathan Wayne Frost From all you friends at Wayne County High School.
Reason for writing:
My good friend Jonathan died recently and I wrote this poem
for him, his family, and all of his friends that loved him
so much.
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