I went to a Funeral
With my Father one day

It was quite different 
I must say

Not what I was used too
But appropriate anyway 

The family grieved
Just like any family would

They told stories
That made all look good

They cried
And they mourned

They sang and they shouted 
For hours on end

I felt God’s presence 
To the very end

Their skin was black
Mine was white 

That made no difference 
In God’s sight