A gust of wind – its gentle breeze – picked up Brian on that day
And laid him into Jesus’ arms, where he will forever stay.
Night will hover o’er no more, since the shadows then did flee.
He lives in God’s own purest light for all eternity.
How wonderful to read the words, that Brian went to rest
On the Lord’s day in the afternoon, with His family feeling blest.
Now may the wind of God lift you each in His Fatherly love,
For the gust of God’s own wind whispers, he’s safe in heaven above.