Danny Boy by Johnny Cash
Dear God, I miss that man in black. Keep him there before Your throne to sing with the choir of saints and angels worshiping You at all times. And heaven will be a more wondrous place because the rasp of his voice lays his heart bare for all to see.
His voice, as an old man, touches me deeply. I guess it's because of my age and memories of my many failures. God bless, friend.