Requiem for Whitney
I welcome you, my daughter, you're now home
Your earthen vessel's journey's come to port
with fond farewell, come board a new one. Roam
the heavens, don't fear pain of any sort.
Your vessel new awaits you, to fly,
a perfect airy ship to bear you where
your Father's charted—perfect ship to ply
eternally to please your Father, and there
yes, there is where your happiness unswerving
forever will be yours at last, my dear.
Unfettered, free from sin, at last, serving
your King and basking in His presence here.
My good and faithful servant, well done.
The term is over; summer has begun.