max
MAX
Max was an amazing Christian and friend
He caught the flu on Christmas Eve
We thought his health would quickly mend
December twenty-ninth we all would greave
God took a great man
He taught us to be Christians first
All the people around him prayed and became true fans
We had high hopes, now the worst
It's all about relationships says our Pastor
Max loved to laugh, joke and praise
Playing golf in heaven which he'll master
Heaven is alive with Max in many ways
Max will always be remembered as a great son
It’s just sad because church with him was so much fun!
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