So often I wonder how
The Judge arrives at these decisions
He is more a surgeon:
Incision in the bloodline
Took you away too soon
You so blessed with grace
You so bound for glory
You so missed by the world
Because you gave so much too it
You are dancing on the clouds
Painted happy like the man in the moon
Laughing at these questions
Singing a new song
Meeting new judges and new angels
Or resting, now, perhaps
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