A life from the beginning, hopeful to the end
He who builds the house also builds the home,
full of joy, speckled with sorrows.
He who breaks the rod for love and not to spoil
He bends the stable for them to learn until they flies
Alas! He longs for them but nowhere to be seen again.
Now while he sleeps,
remember happy is the life serving the King
One day the trumps will sound
waking him up in glory for an eternity
How beautiful is that day?
Greater than the sun!
full of colors, full of praise!
How wonderful is the scene?
Mesmerizing, infinitely Joyful!
How dramatic is the reunion?
Indescribable, forever unbreakable!
He who sees the sun, sees the dawn
Once lost yet chosen and found the Savior
He who lived a simple life,
all three scores and seven
My father, Tatay Pepe
Resting in the bosom of the Creator.
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