A face of suprises
An anlightened smile
At the same time a man,
He is also a child.

Weakend by his heart,
Yet strengthened by his mind,
If his soul was so pure,
Why was God so unkind?

He had so much life ahead of him,
With so many things left to try,
But against our better judgement,
God chose for him to die.

Somehow we must go on
Knowing that each day,
That God will have the power,
To take even us away.

People say you're not noticed,
Until the day you die.
But now we'll go on knowing
That statement was a lie.

Until that glorius day
When we again see his face
We'll know in our hearts he's lucky
For beating us to that place.

On May 23, 1995, Marcus Hill died from a heart attack. This poem is dedicated to his memory.

By Jeremiah Dawson

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