• Take up your swords upon my pen..
    To him, I'll always be and then again.
    A savior to the meek and gentle,
    a model to a nation's people.
    A gift he granted for you and me,
    of how to love and live joyously.
    For a seeker 's need he did leave,
    many of words for us to perceive.
    Guidance did he offer us,
    with the stillness of a soothing dove.
    With all his heart did he give,
    what we foolishly tend to live.
    He left us and we must learn,
    or else be forgotten in his return.
    To Him I give my heart, my life, my soul
    My teacher, My savior, My friend.