Ecclesiastes 3:1
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; …A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A certain time appointed of which no human wit or providence can alter.
By virtue of this appointment all vicissitudes which happen in the world, whether comforts or calamities, come to pass.
This young man has been taken from the living, without warning.
I pray when our time comes we’re ready, I pray we’ve told everyone we need too that we love them, and to others we’ve made our peace.
May the peace of The Almighty comfort, bless, and wrap it’s self around all those who are hurting, who have lost someone they care for.
May He Who Is and is to come bless you and keep you.
May The Almighty make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you.
May He lift up his countenance upon you in your hour of need,
Shalom
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