All looked intently at Stephen.
And his face appeared to them like the face of an angel.
We ask again and again when.
When will we die, who can tell.

I was at a memorial today.
At St Bartholomew the Great.
His life was good but he could not stay.
That of course is all our fate.

We all just leave a faint trace
His was one of kindness.
How will we appear before the celestial face.
Will he look on us with fondness.

We cannot know
We just hope he won’t say No.

…..

The face of Stephen
Shone like an angel to them
Then how will ours shine

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See Acts 6 : 8-16