Sad mourners packed the church today.
Poor Davie had passed away.
A Christian and a family man.
His life never went astray.
As a boy he joined the Boys Brigade.
Twas the makings of this lad.
Still youthful nearing 70.
Which makes his passing sad.
My dad knew Davie very well.
Both Foundty Men for years.
Talked motor cars and caravans.
Great memories bathed in tears.
We sang him favourite hymn today.
Twas "Will Your Anchor Hold"
The minister did shed a tear.
As Davie"s life was told.
That strong storm of death.
Had battered on Davie"s door.
The family gathered round poor Grace.
Like anchors on the floor.
They stand "Steadfast And Sure"
In these wretched days to come.
Dark days of utter hopelessness.
Will blacken out their sun.
When these anchors slowly lift.
Their lives will carry on.
They will hear him,they will see him.
They just cant believe he"s gone.
This poem is hased the recent passing of an ex- work colleague and all round good guy.
He was also a big friend of my dads.