To the Family of Chiquita Bridges Brown:
Sometimes we just can't wait until tomorrow;
Wishing it will end the pain and the sorrow.
Sometimes we hurt the whole night through,
Not knowing what to say or even what to do.
Sometimes our days seem bleak and dreary,
Our hearts are heavy and even wreary.
Sometimes the roads become awfully
In our minds we have had more than enough.
Sometimes we weep all through the night;
Hoping that morning will make it all right.
Hurt, pain and disappointments haven't been few;
Even complications, sorrow and grief,too.
But what I have learned of my Father,
And about this,I've never been wrong.
His word is mighty and eternal
His arms are comforting and strong.
I know you are now with the angels with that smile that you can see for a country mile.
I just want to remember all of the
laughter and great times at Manassas
and Lincoln U.; all the nights we barely made curfew; all the pranks that kept us up until the break of dawn, and we could still go on, just having fun.
Bye for now Buddy,