When storms arise
And dark'ning skies
About me threat'ning lower,
To Thee, O Lord, I raise mine eyes,
To thee my tortured sprit flies
For solace in the hour.
The mighty arm
Will let no harm
Come near me nor befall me;
Thy voice shall quiet my alarm,
When life's great battle waxeth warm --
No foeman shall appall me.
Upon thy breast
Secure I rest,
From sorrow and vexation;
No more by sinful cares oppressed,
But in thy presence ever blest,
O God of my salvation.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
Kamal is resting upon the breast of God, as you understand God, with no sinful cares. May you use this fact to comfort you during this time of sorrow. May you also use all of the wonderful times that you had with Kamal to further ease your sorrow. Kamal will surely be missed by all who knew him. May he rest in peace.