David
I have a brother, I know him well
He has my
mother's heart and my father's smile
We've never
met face to face
Life has
separated us by many a mile.
He played with trains and uncles and aunts
"Hold
on to that stick while Daddy lifts it high"
He lived
his whole life in just three years
And then
the Lord called him home in the sky.
What could have been, What could
have been?
That's a
question where we must never dwell
For if we
believe God's plans are best
Then we can
say, with my soul it is well.
A small foot can leave a clear impression
When the
path it crosses is in soft sand
God looks
for a heart that can be molded
When he looks for a woman and a man.
By Tim
Albritton,