The Early Tolls

Lord, this one was far too young
To leave this world so soon.
So many dreams and hopes we hung
Now all seem dashed and strewn.
God of Comfort, heal this hole
When early death bells toll.

Lord, this life was far from full,
How could it now be finished?
From thankful then to bitter pulled
From blessed to diminished.
God of Healing, make us whole
When early death bells toll.

Lord, this soul was of your making
The days ordained, the years forsaken.
The birthday and the day of taking
All in providence, none mistaken.
God of Peace, embrace this soul
When early death bells toll.

Lord, the early bells ring loud.
They draw confused and doubting crowds.
How through hearts could God have ploughed
And left our lives in shredded shrouds?
God of Mercy, mend the fold
When early death bells toll.

Lord, your Spirit helped me see
The early bells are gifts for these.
They enter into perfect peace
And find resplendent rest and ease.
God of Sovereign love bestows
Strength to bear the early tolls.

By Tom Valles

Isaiah 57: 1, 2 “The righteous man perishes, and no man takes it to heart; and devout men are taken away, while no one understands. For the righteous man is taken away from evil, He enters into peace; they rest in their beds, each one who walked in his upright way.”