The following is a poem that David wrote before he went to be with the Lord....

One Voice

Within a sun of incandescent light
A rainbow prism of unrivaled awe
Sublime in splendor, fearful in its sight
A Throne established in the mists of yore
Reflecting on a sea of blazing glass
In mirrored pair, one glory seen twofold
The brilliance of the Face that none surpass
That gleams the eyes of those that do behold

The myriads who press around that Throne
A roiling sea of human hearts ablaze
All raise their voice in single blended tone
And crown Him with the thunder of their praise
Yet found amid the rapturous acclaim
A tune sets ringing heaven's rolling spheres
One voice amid the throng sings its refrain
And captivates the heart of Him who hears

You angels who approach the blazing coals
And dance the gyring circuit 'round the Throne
Shield not from me the Lover of my soul
But wed my song to echo with your own
Oh that my heart were winged and took its flight
Toward that burning flame, a moth enthralled
Drawn ever to the fire of intense light
Yet not consumed by glory's searing scald

David Collins