A GOSPEL MINISTRY
FROM NORTHERN IRELAND

Run free young man, run free as the wind
Run the streets of gold as hard as you can
Run with the angels and race along with them
Your legs released at last to run free young man

Skip high young man, skip high in the air
Skip and hop and dance anyway you can
Skip with the angels, show them how it’s done
You can do it Michael so skip high young man

Hug hard young man, hug now with your arms
Hug and hold Jesus as tight as you can
Hug Him closely for He will hug you back
You and He will hug forever Michael young man

Sing sweetly young man, sing in Heaven above
Sing and shout His praises as loudly as you can
Sing now your song angels cannot sing
For it comes from the heart of God’s little man

Sorrow of the parents, a sorrow so sore
Sorrow unspeakable yet they bow to God’s plan
Sorrow that will turn to joy for they know
It was God’s time to let run free their little man.

Colin Moffett

I dedicate this poem and website in loving memory of Michael, the son of Jeannine and Frank McMullen of East Rochester America.
Jeannine is a dear friend of mine and she has helped design the Homepage and all the sigs which appear on this site. I appreciate the help and advice she gives me in this endeavour. It is my privilege to know her and to have known her precious son Michael. He never had speech yet he has spoken to so many people and will continue to do so as his memory will live on.

We love you Michael.....RUN FREE YOUNG MAN