Dad Irish Catholic married Mom
An orphan Mom lived with many families
Mormons in Salt Lake City
Catholics in the Northwest
Baptist's in San Francisco
You might say she was mixed faith
She believed in Jesus Christ
My best friend was Catholic
He married my cousin also Catholic
Me a deacon Trinity Reformed Church
Indeed I am a Momma's boy
She too joined my Church
Catholic marriage best man Catholic
To be best man I fibbed a little
I was of Mom's faith
But Irish Catholic I was baptized
I suppose this has nothing to do
with what happened next
My best friend's baby was born premature
As any father he lived for the birth
He was aware the baby had a birth problem
Hearing baby died he was sure it was a mercy
In a rage he went searching for the Doctors
The Church found me as best man
"You need to find your friend."
You see he saw the baby born alive
He held the baby in his arms as proud as any father
Only I knew where to find my friend
The same place he had gone when his father died
A cabin we often went as friends
We talked about being best man, babies dying
And we shared one day as grown men crying
Today he has a lovely daughter with children
Grandchild of his own and the sad day forgotten
He and I know how close he came to killing himself
The Church, a good thing allowing me as best man
I am not patting myself on the back it was God's plan
When people say, "What denomination?" All who believe
In Jesus Christ, the ten Commandments and love
I was the best man at my best friends wedding.
Not a made up story. It is things we live through.