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Deiter Wilhelm died 22 November 2001, Thanksgiving Day What news in this mail, what horror revealed? God You are soveriegn, help me trust You tonight, I fear I will learn some great tragedy strikes. In this circle of friends why do tears fall like rain? His large bushy mushtache, his great grinning smile, Simply to see him lifts the gloom from the world. Why then this snow, so warm and so red? Why God Almighty will he no longer smile? Why is he dead, by his own hand removed? How bitter the irony, that took my dear friend, Death by depression, while bringing such joy. How is it Father, Your child and my brother, Taken by means so violent and sad? What drove this great man so far from Your rest? In You there is Joy, why couldn't he see? |
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