In loving memory of Derek Davenport

I clenched my fists and said a prayer,

The night you died, I lost my brother and my pride.

The hurt is deeper and so strong,

I want to know what went wrong.

The Lord then placed His hand on mine

And I put my hurt and pain aside.

I watched you fade away and although I loved you dearly,

I could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands to rest.

God broke my heart to prove to me,

He only takes the best.