Friday, October 7, 2011

From The Mountain Top

By Pastor Dr. Ronnie Wolfe
Funeral Poem For Stan Garrison
October 8, 2011 – Shelbyville, Kentucky

From the top of the mountain I look below
To see life’s journey to and fro.
I notice there a cruel thing
As the west winds blow and the sparrows sing.

When comes forth life from the mother’s womb,
So quickly follows the cold, cold tomb.
How short this life with its ups and downs
As goes its way like circus clowns.

I grieve as I see my comrades pass
But I thrill when they leave this world first class.
They leave this world from the broken sod
To a city whose builder and maker is God.

And wait there anxious to see our face
Who’ve been redeemed by amazing grace.
And great reunion we’ll enjoy
And to our God rich hymns employ.

From the mountain top I look on high
To that great hope beyond the sky
And look to Christ, my greatest end
And there unite with this my friend.