Death is always hard,
Never welcomed; yet it comes.
It always catches us off-guard,
Never calls to let us know –
It’s always such a blow.

It always takes the ones we love,
But we have Hope that comes from above.
Jehovah lovingly sent his son,
So His Will, on earth, be done.

He will raise our Mikey up,
To paradise, the promised land,
What joy we’ll find when he wakes up,
Now in our hearts, we understand.

The tears that we’ve shed,
Dried up, gone,
They’ve withdrawn,
Yes, they’ve fled.

Jah remembers your Mikey dear,
So do not wonder, do not fear!