Remembering Lady Diana, Payne Stewart and Anna Nicole Smith

Lady Diana Princess Of Wales (In Memorial)

Tragedy struck on a Saturday night.
In a city known for love,
Caused by those who obviously,
Have very little of.

Those who placed their greed,
Above all of the rest,
And the privacy that the Lady,
Tried so hard to protect.

Diana fought for her life,
Feeling her work here wasn’t done,
Her goodwill tours around the world,
The love she had for her sons.

What about all the charities,
The work she did for the poor,
At only 36 years old,
There had to be so much more.

Sadly it wasn’t meant to be,
GOD chose her to move on,
She’s working closely now,
With Abraham, Martin and John.

Blessed with style, beauty and grace,
Possessing qualities rarely seen,
The people have lost a Princess,
While Heaven has crowned a Queen!

By Luke Easter

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Farewell To Payne Stewart (In Memorial)

Golf is a game of the heart,
With a love that’s meant to last,
This brings to mind Payne Stewart,
A class act for sure has passed.

Flying high in the wild blue yonder,
Above the masses below,
Payne and those who were with him,
Why did they have to go?

He was more than just the clothes,
This loving husband and father of two,
That’s the number of U.S. Opens won,
Why? What did he do?

A champion of the greens,
A master when buried in the sand,
On his way to the TPC,
The Lord had other plans.

Payne birdies 18 to finish at 60,
The site is so clear in my mind,
But with an 80-foot eagle for the win,
God shoots a 59.

Payne extends his hand with a smile,
Congratulating God for a record back 9,
All the while thinking to himself,
Lord I’ll get You next time.

A lifetime of fond memories,
Doing what he loved to do,
In our hearts he’ll be here forever,
Even though he’s gone at 42!

By Luke Easter

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Anna Nicole Smith (In Memorial)

Anna oh Anna, who knew these were the last days,
Heartache after heartache now forever gone away,
Constant tears flowing from make-up covered eyes,
At the death of Daniel, your once most coveted prize.

Glamour and beauty, was it really worth the fame?
Millions upon millions from the use of your name,
39 years of age, a life of stardom, you were consumed,
Is this the reason Miss Smith has checked out so soon?

Sadness seemed to so often adorned your lovely face,
Even with all the Cover Girl impeccably in its place,
Beauty is only skin deep as feelings we all try to hide,
And no one really understood the turmoil deep inside.

For a true understanding, the outer, God looks through,
Who will really ever know what was going on with you?
Grandfather billionaire husband, infamous Playboy Magazine,
Fast life in the fast lane; was it real or merely just a dream?

Relentless media coverage greater now than ever before,
CSI doing who knows what behind your hotel room door,
Fans, the public awaits, a Coroner an autopsy to perform,
Drug related Anna, no longer able to handle the storm?

Five-month old daughter lovingly referred to as Dannielynn,
Will she too grow up to be idolized by millions of men?
Courtrooms, movies, TV, commercials, lawsuits galore,
Or heavenly blessed with a life that you’d consider a bore.

This brings to mind another Hollywood Blonde Bombshell,
Facade filled heartache and unhappiness too numerous to tell,
Marilyn or Marilyn, isn’t this a reflection of your turbulent life?
Still not understanding it’s due to the absence of God & Christ.

Wear this; go there, lights flashing, stop, big smile my dear,
Did anyone ever say something you really wanted to hear?
Hopefully, prayerfully, a voice will whisper softly and say,
“Welcome home my child” but only for those who are saved.

By Luke Easter