My glowing eyes reading
“Alamo world newsletter” dampened
My heart glowing with enjoyment,
Enjoying the literature filled with
Gospel spices when it caught:
“Pastor Tony Alamo with
his late wife Susan”.
“So his wife has slept?” I questioned.
The world could be funny!
Yes, the world could be funny
For such a blazing star, so chirpy,
Illuminating like the morning sun,
The first rising moon, the dewdrop on
A day old vegetation to have
Left this world-less cellar unripe.
But what age shall a man die and he’s ripe?
Susan’s call to the great beyond
Is unavoidable to all living souls,
Especially man whose soul goes
To the Maker after the-made-dust dies,
But joyous it is ‘she’s prepared in Christ’?
Yes, Susan has gone. Yes, she has gone
To where there is hope from where
There is no hope. Yes, the usual way we ply
Doesn’t mean the best. The best is THERE!
Hoping to meet THERE when we hear
The siren of the Trumpet very soon.
It is not easy to miss a loved one,
Let a lone losing one, but
No one should get loss when
S/he lost h/er invaluable.
Taking heart is the best therapy
When such omen like this comes.
But in this heart there is regret
She left when she’s needed most.
But Susan Tony Alamo is THERE!
Yes, she’s THERE! Yes, she is THERE
in eternal glory.
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