In memory of Jacob

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Some will simply reason why,

Most will stand and simply cry.

All will wonder in disbelieve,

So short a life for us to grieve.

Why God takes the little ones

I swear I’ll never know.

You had so much of life to give,

It wasn’t time to go.

For comfort, now, we think of you

When bells begin to ring.

Up above, in a beautiful place,

Where all the angels sing.

For the wind did blow upon the land,

Reaching out to take your hand.

For on that wind the angels came,

Calling out Jacob’s name.

D Dickenson,

Caistor Drive,