If he had his moments of doubt, he never let on,
Though he seldom spoke to me.
I admit my perspective is tainted, but still I observed,
That he always practiced what he believed.
He was a symbol of strength that ruled with his hands,
an enforcer, and an arbiter of his law.
Only God can judge the intent of his heart.
I reflect only on what I saw.
He sought the truth between the lines,
I know not what, if any, he found.
Never pretending to be what he was not,
He was steady, with his feet on the ground.
A man of his word, always stead fast,
He took time to ponder and pray.
His family came first and then his friends.
Then to fishing, his favorite form of play.
In song, he'll be remembered, by those he touched,
A memory for all to keep.
I'll say a prayer, that he has found peace,
As he rests in eternal sleep.
