BUDDY, BUDDY

Remembering always, my Buddy...

Marilyn Ann Matusicky Perry
1959 ~ 2019

You got to see Jesus first!

 

Buddy, Buddy, hand in hand

Together we’ve walked across this land

As foreigners among the living

Yet, all the while, children of our living King

We’ve seen and shared heartache and joy

Manna from Heaven - blessings both

To feed us day by every single day

Keeping the evil one at bay

Forever faithful to our King

Through toil and strife, we gleaned along the path of life

Searching, seeking, and finding, too, treasures untold

The kind, when measured, far surpass silver and gold

With this chest of highest treasure

Beyond all measure, full to overflowing

Our hearts burst forth with seeds for sowing

Reaping what was sown

We set our hearts to bind and mend

The broken parts of broken hearts

Even to find, at times, they were our own

Buddy, Buddy, hand in hand, 

Together we’ve walked to the Promised Land

No more sorrow, no more pain

A land where peace and grace and healing reign

Though right beside us all along

At that right and perfect hour,

By His resurrection power

From there our King calls each by name

Come now, friend, and enter in

I’ve prepared a special place for you

The old is passed and left behind

All things now and forever new