In Savannah's streets I wandered slow,
Past a church in decay, where dim lights glow.
Through the window's pane, a hymn did start,
A funeral's lament touched my heart.

Sympathy awakened, wonder took its hold,
In a negro pew, the tale unfolds.
Young couples weeping, sorrow wild,
On the altar lay a coffin, a sorrowful child.

Rows of elders, a preacher's grand stance,
At a wooden desk, in a solemn trance.
"Don't be weepin'," he kindly said,
For the child has run where angels tread.

He's doing fine, appreciates your love,
But the Father above calls from realms above.
Not by miles did He give the boy,
Just lent some sunshine, a fleeting joy.

Let your hearts grow, with love so deep,
Till silver tears in your eyes do weep.
Poor mourners, let Jesus's peace abide,
No need for criticism, in Him, confide.

For comforts given, can be taken away,
Praise the Lord in glory, let us pray.
In the large house above, the child is kept,
Rest in peace, dear ones, as your hearts accept.

December 17, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop

Taken from 
Steal Away -  Lyrics
Red Foley

MarkWaldrop