The song playing is Go Rest High On That Mountain.
THIS IS A POEM THAT MY BROTHER WROTE THE DAY ISAIAH PASSED AWAY AND I HAD IT WROTE OUT ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD STONE AND PUBLISHED IN A POETRY BOOK.
THE PREACHER READ IT AT THE FUNERAL AND IT MENT THE WORLD TO ME THAT HE WROTE IT.
DEAR ISAIAH,
WHAT CAN I SAY ABOUT THE LOSS I FEEL,
HE TOOK YOU ON A COLD RAINY SUNDAY,
THE LORD LOOKED DOWN FROM HEAVEN AND SAW YOU FAST ASLEEP,
WE DIDNT KNOW HE PICKED YOU TO BE THE SPECIAL ANGEL TO SIT AT HIS FEET.
PLEASE ISAIAH,WHEN YOU LOOK DOWN FROM HEAVEN,DO IT WITH A SMILE,
BECAUSE WE WILL MEET AGAIN MY SWEET,SWEET CHILD.
LOVE,UNCLE JIM.
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