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In memory of
Jesse Adam Minahan
(July 18, 1979—March
24, 2009)
Jesse entered to this world,
It was not by his choice;
And no one knew his future;
But all now did rejoice
As they saw that little treasure
And heard his little voice.
But all too early for that one
His life was full of pain;
The dark clouds rolled about him,
There seemed no sun, just rain.
And though he turned to Jesus,
It would not be the same.
All that he really wanted now
But seemed he could not find,
Was love that was not broken
To calm his troubled mind.
He turned to things around him
To leave his past behind.
He had written on his one arm
The Hebrew word for hate;
In Greek upon the other,
Love—as the counterweight;
And in Latin wanted written
Redemption—as the gate.
But before he could complete it,
His life came to an end.
He could not hear the message
That all had tried to send,
From all his friends and fam'ly,
The love they hoped would mend.
Now I ask you friend and stranger
If now you do not hear
The voice of Jesse whisper
And see his hidden tear,
Through his life so shattered, saying,
Take Jesus, love's found here.
by Norman J
Minahan |