Description: This was a poem from my grandmother on November 15th, 1997 and 4:25 A.M. in the morning. This was written for a friend of hers by the name of Billy Holt.

Oh righteous father in your awesome love. Please look down from heaven above and please take Billy in your loving arms. Keep him safe through this awful storm and let your perfect will be done. Please give peace and joy to all concerned.

Father I know you see each tiny tear and father you know his greatest fears, and you see his concern for every one, and father I pray your will be done.

Let this storm pass quickly and soon as you hold his hand leading him gently through. Lead him through green pastures lord as you restore his soul let his cup run over with joy as you lead him and guide him along the right way. Take away his suffering and pain, replace it with all of you lord. And keep him safe each day.