Phillip's world turned dark that day,
He could see no other way.
God was with him then,
As he thought there was no way to win.
He thought dying was right.
For the dark had taken over the light.
It became more then he could face.
He thought he couldn't finish the race.
Phillip, did his very best,
But now he had to rest.
His children he loved so much,
The love he could no longer touch.
So, many things to say,
But not finding the way,
God took him home,
Now, he will never be alone.
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