God Is Our Salvation

Got from him a warm, “How do you do?”

On work days when we met I’d say, “Fine! And you?”

Didn’t measure our words, we spoke freely

I respected him and he respected me

So those times we had leisure and time allowed

Or on times scurrying through the Broad Street crowd

Usually with much interest he’d make searching inquiry

Reciprocating with accounts of his own family

Short but interesting acknowledgements

And we shared joy as we temporarily stalled appointments

Lows and highs, memories now in chaos trapped

Virtually life’s merriment closely capped

Amiably accrued from a friendly guy

Torn quickly, just from grasp, ‘cause he and I didn’t draw nigh

I clearly hoped to talk more regularly, even send a note

Only I did not try and my friend neither, he never wrote

Now he is gone to our Father and I cannot say

  Bye for now friend, I’ll see you on that special day!

With Our Deepest Sympathies

On Behalf of The Johnson Family

Written by Khaidji

God Is Our Salvation

Frederick A Walcott

Got From him a warm, “How do you do?”

On work days when we met I’d say, “Fine! And you?”

Didn’t measure our words, we spoke freely

I respected him and he respected me

So those times we had leisure and time allowed

Or on times scurrying through the Broad Street crowd

Usually with much interest he’d make searching inquiry

Reciprocating with accounts of his own family

Short but interesting acknowledgements

And we shAred joy as we temporarily stalled appointments

LoWs and highs, memories now in chaos trapped

Virtually life’s merriment closely capped

Amiably accrued from a friendly guy

Torn quickly, just from grasp, ‘cause he and I didn’t draw nigh

I clearly hoped to talk more regularly, even send a note

Only I did not try and my friend neither, he never wrote

Now he is gone to our Father and I cannot say

  Bye for now friend, I’ll see you on that special day!

With Our Deepest Sympathies

On Behalf of The Johnson Family

Written by Khaidji

God Is Our Salvation

Wife  - Monica

Kids – Terrence, Mary, John, Charles

Got from him a warm, “How do you do?”

On work days when we met I’d say “Fine! And you?”

Didn’t measure our words, we spoke freely

I respected him and he respected me

So those times we had leisure and time allowed

Or on times scurrying through the Broad Street crowd

Usually with much interest he’d make searching inquiry

Reciprocating with accounts of his own family

Short but interesting acknowledgements

And we shared joy as we temporarily stalled appointments

Lows and highs, Memories now in chaos trapped

VirTually life’s merriment closely capped

Amiably accrued froM a friendly guy

Torn quickly, Just from grasp ‘cause he and I didn’t draw nigh

I Clearly hoped to talk more regularly, even send a note

Only I did not try and my friend neither, never wrote

Now he is gone to our Father and I cannot say

  Bye for now friend, I’ll see you on that special day!

With Our Deepest Sympathies

On Behalf of The Johnson Family

Written by Khaidji