His Journey's Just Begun

E. Brenneman

Father or Mother, slightly religious

Don’t think of him as gone away
His journey’s just begun,
Life holds so many facets
This earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting from the sorrow and the tears,
In a place of rest and comfort
Where there are no days or years.

Think how he must be wishing That we could know, today,
How nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away.

And think of him as living
In the hearts of those he touched,
For nothing loved is ever lost
And he was loved so much.