@ the death of a friend's nephew.

Oh God, we lift this fam'ly up to you.
The Riley family, with the death of Paul,
a son and brother, cousin and nephew,
a husband once, and father, that’s not all...

a friend and colleague at his workplaces,
a neighbour, and a driver on our roads,
so one who'd visit dangerous places
like intersections, lane-changes -with loads!

The funeral plans have yet to finalise,
so please God, keep them in your mind today.
What really matters can surface at times
like this when all the junk is blown away.

We hear there's been some good affirmations
about this fellow that have lifted hearts
in ways that smell of your orchestrations,
who died but made the resurrection start.

So he who turns real mourning into dance
(we are not saying we're the ones who can),
gives wine that makes hearts glad, when water's stance
is satisfact'ry and meets law's demand.

We know that death is coming to us all
but somehow we get foggy soon enough.
And then build up our life in big & small
ways, just as though we are so big and tough.

We hear those words about a little child;
compared to you we are not all grown up!
We ask that this Paul's life will in some wild
way more reflect you, like a buttercup!