Whom have you believed?

He came to town with thankful heart
The truth he knew to impart to those he could
There were not many there under his care
But with those that were he poured out his life
He and his wife

They served together long and hard
Hours when they wished they could shower and sleep
Yet there was work to be done

The young folk, that is who they served
Some weary
Some full of joy
Some rebels
Some punks

To all he sowed the same truth

this is the message we have heard from him and proclaim to you, that god is light, and in him is no darkness at all

if we say we have fellowship with him while we walk in darkness, we lie and do not practice the truth

but if we walk in the light, as he is the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of jesus his son cleanses us from all sin

Some listened
Some didn't

Yet still he worked, hard, hand to the plow

He had to deal with these young folk the best he knew how

Time passed and seasons changed
To webb he went
Things were not the same
For a long time

Then back he came
And reigned
As prophet, priest and king
All these offices he held and held them well
But the most precious of all was priest

Prophet, oh he was the best
King, he was the godliest
Priest, he far excelled

He stood between this poor boy
And God's wrath
Pleading for my godliness
Yet in a way I never heard before
Believe in Him, he said, there is no more
No riches, treasure or reward
Could be greater than what He is
Trust Jesus and live in Him

Years went by
Some good
Some bad
And at the end there were few things
To be had by the poor boy

The gospel he had heard was one
From his teacher faithful
But he knew none
Of that gospel in an intimate way
Until on the road at lake charles that day

He stopped and thought
About what he had bought
With his actions in his life

With gun in mouth, trying to get out
From under the deeds he had done
He thought

He recounted all he had lost
And then he began to count the cost
To follow Christ

He knew if he chose to die was death
Not for sure eternal death
Because He never tells us that
For suicide, horrible as it is
Does not necessarily condemn
But to live he would have to die
To himself and live to Christ
He knew if he chose to take the gun
Out of his mouth and live
He had to die and not lie

The next long while he counted the cost
To come to Christ and live and live forever

Life it was he chose
Not because he didn't pull the trigger
But because the Spirit came
And showed him something bigger
True Life came
Jesus is his name
And now this poor boy believes the same

As the one who delivered
This simple truth

"I know not what of good or ill
May be reserved for me,
Of weary ways or golden days,
Before His face I see."

This is the end of my tribute to
One of the godliest men i ever knew