Home for the Lost Soul

In the quiet of the night, a whisper in the wind,

A story of a man, where the love begins.

From heaven’s throne, a gentle call,

To carry a lost soul, home for all.

Down in Ottawa, under the dusty sky,

Lived a gentle soul, with a weary eye.

A veteran of pain, a friend to many,

Held in their hearts, a love so uncanny.

He was the town drunk, misunderstood,

Living his life, as only he could.

But in his heart, a story untold,

A heart of gold, and a soul so bold.

One night, the heavens looked down and saw,

A soul so tired, wrapped in sorrow’s law.

The Lord’s voice echoed, soft and kind,

Saying, "My child, it’s your time."

Angels on the wing, coming to take him home,

To a place where he’s never alone.

No more pain, no more tears,

Just peace that washes away the years.

He’s a hero, a misunderstood man,

Now resting in the promised land.

His friends and family, loved him so,

In their hearts, they’ll always know,

He fought his battles, silent and deep,

Now he’s free, no more to weep.

The good Lord descended, gentle and true,

Took his hand, whispered “Come through.”

A farewell to the pain, a journey divine,

Forever in the arms of the Lord, he’ll shine.

In that moment, skies opened wide,

A veteran’s soul, with angels by his side.

The Lord’s promise, a gentle embrace,

Leading him to his heavenly place.

Angels on the wing, coming to take him home,

To a place where he’s never alone.

No more pain, no more tears,

Just peace that washes away the years.

He’s a hero, a misunderstood man,

Now resting in the promised land.

So if you hear a whisper, soft and sweet,

Remember the soul they’re meant to meet.

In Ottawa’s starlit sky, a story ends,

With angels and the Lord, as eternal friends.