~ A Gentleman Of A Gentle Lamb ~
I always saw a glimmer as I stopped to grasp his
hand.
I bent to hear his whisper as he spoke of Beulah Land.
With a breathless voice he'd tell me. "Soon I'm going there!"
He held my hand so tightly as this news with me he shared.
You could hardly hear him speak, yet he spoke so very loud,
of his faith and his Saviour, 'cause of them he was so proud.
You could feel his excitement, no fear e'er did I see.
He seemed so very anxious to begin life's last journey.
He would often speak of Jesus, because he thought so much of Him.
Although he was getting older, his mind had not gone dim.
Sometimes one's hand was captive as he talked about the Lord.
But to miss his testimony, one could not afford!
I think it's pretty awesome, I know you'll find it grand,
that an elderly man in his wheelchair could renew our strength to stand!
His oxygen has ceased it's hissin' and his gentle smile we're missin'
but for this he's been wishin' so now God's hand, he's kissin'!~*~
Robert Omer Grilliot © 2007
In fond memory of Cyril Welbaum.
as inspired by the Lord.
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