"This soul is sick...it seems out of our control,
My death is lingering, nearing closer to my bed"
"I beat death today...
But I let it stand by me
Between the boys...next to my bed
While we held hands and said a confession
To absolve our sins and confess our love"
In the moment between boys' sob
An angel guided his soul to Heaven's door
But when his visit was almost through, he said,
"God squeezed my hand and said, 'Go back!'"
"I beat death today...
I was at the bedside when it sauntered in.
But it has all the time in the world
And I'm the one with short hours
No wonder it didn't rush."
"I beat death today...my boys called me an Angel,
Death rolls the dice behind whispers of prayers
Some races are hard to win, and in others...
Winning deserves no prize."
Life's flesh carries sickness even at our very best
Death is not a choice 'cause life puts us to the tests
Pain is just on the skin, joy it is deep within
Deliverance is said to be the ultimate power healing
Sickness is only a definition for life is still
Filled with great ambition...
Steve, I will always remember you bestfriend, wherever you are...
"Love is wonderful, it is the most awesome thing,
kept in perspective...Their love for me is not a
single doubt....their love for themselves and their
offspring is now the most important. They need to
LIVE!!!!! they need to honor, respect, and be kind,
caring and giving to the living...in the memory of their daddy!
then may I know my job has been done properly"