Tomorrow

Tomorrow we will lay my friend to rest

I will try to keep my composure I will do my very best

You see I was his Pastor not only his friend

So tomorrow I must speak words of comfort so that hearts can mend

I will mention his ruff and tumble ways

And talk about his likes and how he spent his days

We will reminisce about his life as we reflect on the victories and the strife

As I speak the stories will unfold about this mans life and the mysteries untold.

Mystery! You say, I plead the fifth no controversy today

You see his life spoke for him is what I will say

A man of honor and valor anything else just doesn’t matter

He finished well; he ran the race even though at times it was hard to keep up the pace

It doesn’t matter how you run as long as you finish

The race isn’t to the swift and neither to the strong

It’s given to the one who endures to the end

The one who accepted Christ blood to cover his sin

So I will conclude my sermon with and invitation to the rest

Is their anyone among you who will stand up to the test

Is their anyone here willing to give it their best

And run the same race that my friend just won

By Pastor Jacob Chambliss

Dedicated to Deacon Tilford Patterson