My Brother...


My sister called and said get out of bed and get on
your knees, pray like you never have before because
our brother Pete is in need.

I hit the floor, praying, screaming, and crying out to
God for my brothers' fate; hoping to get to the
hospital before it was too late.

I begged for God's mercy and grace. All I wanted to do
was to see my brothers' precious face. When we arrived
at the hospital late that night, when I saw the nurses
I knew something wasn't right.

As we ran to my brothers' room with tears of fear, our
worst nightmare was so near. They said "we are sorry
he has passed". I fell to the floor and cried, Oh No
Lord! Not this fast! He can't be gone! but he was
lying there all alone.

My heart broke and my tears flooded like a sea, Oh
Lord how can this be? My brother and best friend since
i was born is not here anymore; all i can do is mourn.

They say God calls the best home to be with Him. I
believe this to be true. Thus, I will await my turn to
be called home to be reunited with you!

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