In Loving Memory Of
Michael Robert Hardin
April 11, 1987 - April 10, 2011
He was only twenty three years old,
When he took that final ride,
His birthday was the very next day,
But that fateful night, he died.
He was his motherís only child,
His fatherís pride and joy,
Now all they have are memories,
Of their dear, beloved boy.
They go out to the graveyard,
Where his nameís engraved in stone.
And wonder how theyíll make it now-
Heartbroken, and so alone.
He was much too young to die,
It should never be that way.
They wonder why this had to happen,
And we have no words to say.
All we can do is pray for God
To ease the pain they're feeling now;
To wipe away their helpless tears,
And give them peace, somehow.
Dear Michael, may you rest in peace,
In heavenís land so far away;
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
And may we meet you there someday.
© 2012 by Kathryn Brandon; all rights reserved.
The poem is my own original work, and may not be
copied or used in any manner without my consent. Thank you.
The song you are listening to is "You Raise Me Up" by Josh Groban.
I receive no profit from this music in any way;
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