He hates this song.
An odd song for a preaching man to hate, yes?
He made me promise once to keep it out of his funeral… such is his distaste for it.
i’ve had some things happen recently that make me fear his passing… well, not so much his passing as much as his lingering… visiting… latching on to me.
His birthday approaches, as does Father’s day… back to back. He tugs.
If he comes this way… i’ve got grace for him… amazing grace… on an eternal loop – for as long as i need it to keep him at bay.