A Sunday School class mate's wife had her son call me yesterday morning to his bedside. He is dying quickly from a recently discovered cancer, and was having a very bad day. His first words to me were, I want to go now, and I told him God would come when it was time. We cried a little, prayed a lot, and I had brought my guitar to play him a song I had written for church, and he had wanted to hear but, was too sick to come. We talked of our past, and our experiences in life, and he seem to get better in his mind. Roger is a Christian to the bone, and knows his Salvation is secure, but like me he has seen much, and even more.
Roger was a SOLDIER, and while in Vietnam his fire base was over ran. When the ammo ran out, they retreated to the ammo bunker, and the VC merrily thru grenades in the bunker and laughed at their screams. Only he, and four others survived. But Roger wasn't done yet. When he got home, he promptly applied at the Dallas Police Dept. and the Dallas Fire Dept. The Fire Dept. was smart enough to snap him up, and he served for 30 years. Roger is a "man's man", in every sense, and he is handling this with DIGNITY, and GRACE. Pray for HIM, HIS WIFE, and Family.
When I got home, the experience moved me to write a song, about yesterday and our morning together, and possibly our last time together, before I get back.
A verse of: My Friend and God
My Friend was layin on the bed, his race was almost run
His family gathered round the room, look how far they've come
He said I'm ready to go home, I said it's not yet time
God will get here, when he will, the choice not yours or mine