This poem was written in 2008. My brother in-was killed on August 10, 2007 about a month after he gave his life to Christ. I was present to walk him down to the Alter at the church. God moves in mysterious ways doesn't he.
Dedicated to Andre Contee
July 1, 1971 to August 10, 2007
I knew this Sunday would be the day
You looked at me with a glare in your eyes
I could see that Jesus was claiming your life
You gave him your soul and now your okay
A few weeks later you passed away
I wish we could have you, but he chose you today
your soul is eternal, I feel you each day
You can now rest and put your worries away
I'm glad the devil didn't get the final say
Instead Jesus won and got the glory today
We are all better people for knowing you Dre'