Ode to John A Herrmann

I have the honor, to call John my 'Friend,'
Agape, in nature, Eternal, no end,
To Jesus, and John, this praise I send,
We soon will be with you, to that, say: AMEN.

Though, many folk will praise the man,
For being part of community,
The loneliness of being Mortician,
Set John aside, with Social impunity.

Not many folk, can truly say,
They saw this man get mad,
John had calm demeanor sway,
Like few other people have had.

So many people placed before him,
Treating all with tenderness, and care,
Many kinfolk added John, in their hymn,
When their praise to Jesus, did share.

John witnessed to those, left behind,
Reminder to them, it's not the end,
Inside the Gates of Heaven, we find,
Our Christian, families, and friends.

John and Karla, now holding hands,
Abundant Joy, now fills his heart,
Souls he served, are 'Laying on Hands,'
As Jesus rewards John's Herrmann's 'Life-part.'

AMEN