Terry D. Sutherland

A SELF PORTRAIT

The Captain is dead, my love
He died early morning today
He was hoping to meet God above
But I think he went the other way

He knew of God’s grace, my love
But then, he gave it all away
He looked for the pure white dove
But found suffering and no reason to stay

The Captain is finally dead, my love
His name will be forgotten today
He lived simple and quiet, my love
No image will be cast in clay

The medals he won in war, my dear
And the friends he made on the way
Will fade away without shame or fear
And be buried, to be exhumed some day

He never learned to pray, my dear
He thought it a waste of time
He suffered no natural fear
And committed the ultimate crime

Watch what the Captain did, my love
And don’t do what he had done
Live life to the fullest, my dear
And prepare for kingdom come