Portrait of Michael Stoops
Michael Stoops

When I think about all your might

for those people for which you fight

I see the Lord gave you a touch of his Light

and so we follow you

The quiet man content to let others speak

always in your eyes, the justice that you seek

Over all these years

the Lord has known your tears

You have died a thousand times

for you can be found in many hearts and minds

Oh just to think I had a chance to know you

to speak to people you told about those of us

who know a house doesn’t make a home

When you find yourself all alone

think of the angels

who will one day take you home

The Lord will be pleased, I believe

and you to will be pleased with your Lord

Amen

Your light still shines in our eyes

as we fight on my brother

ntil His human right is done