Light gives way to colors only dreamed
As voices speak of whats to come.
A cool breeze blows
While my heart yearns for nostalgia
With tears I pray
For the man of faith.

Like a gladiator wounded from the arena
His will rages
With the hope to glorify his Master


Hard to put into words what I feel..... My heart and prayers go out to the man of faith and his family.

Reason is the enemy of faith. Martin Luther