I went to a funeral today, for someone I’d never met.
My heart was frozen solid but my eyes both remained wet.
The family told the story of a man I wish I’d known
 And when I left the cemetery I was suddenly alone.
 
The eulogies told the saga of the man who wasn’t me
A perfect son, father, brother, friend, how I wondered  could that be?
The stories just went on and on to captivate my brain
If people like that do exist, perhaps we’re not in vain.

But if such perfection does exist, then why must You rub it out?
My body stood in silence there, if only I could shout.
Oh Lord if you are listening, please help me make some sense
Of life and death and what’s between, prey tell what’s Your defense? 

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