By Prophet Bushiri
Dear Israela
Whilst your mother and I are welcoming you back home- from where you made your last breath, my heart I pour out to you.
We’re told over and over, That the Lord gives and He takes away, until we almost expect to be left empty-handed.
But sometimes we find in our loss, that every dark room is an opportunity.
For even the smallest of lights to shine bright. What shall we say, therefore, as we stand Before the gates of Heaven?
Shall we drown in rivers of our own tears Or raise shaking hands even as the rain falls, And return to God His glory as you have?
What do falling leaves return to the tree When their season is past?
Do they not fall gracefully, secure in the knowledge that good fruits last?
What shall we offer, therefore, In exchange for every blessing you embodied?
Shall we curse the skies for hiding the sun, Or bless the Lord for the stars of night And find courage on this exodus?
Sweet miracle, by the breath of your lungs Our own voices are fuelled to worship.
May our hearts of stone be broken in love To teach us the service of humble reverence.
Hallelujah and Amen
For a life, though short, lived to the fullest.
Glory be for smiles in the midst of disaster
And a soul always working for the Master
And how you commanded peace with your laughter.
Hallelujah and Amen
For an angel, both on Earth and in Heaven.
Glory be for the simplicity of your works
And giving us even more to put our faith in
And going ahead to be our saint in waiting.
Sweet Israella, Princess of God,
Though we cannot touch you anymore,
Your light will lead us safely home.
We love, honour and celebrate you
Now and forever
Mom & Dad
