This unique clan of gospel workers consisted of a father a mother and son and daughter the origins Reach back to Plymouth the first settlers are their forbears and from this tough stock in these end times The lion of Judea would give birth to a lion cub his head of red fiery hair suited him well it was a mane That pronounced to the enemy war was at hand to long the bleating of lambs had not been answered Now all would be different Bruce Wakefield was quarried from rare marble he had hardness for battle But inner gentleness that could sway crowds of men and women show them his heart reveled was one Of combustible fire in the cold a world where people didn’t matter as much as the bottom line their Frailty their inherit need of being protected an guided came to complete and utter fruition in his life it Came from a soul that stole away in to private encounters with spiritual magnificence he brimmed he Glowed from the inner soul that had been much with the father he gathered the residue of life made it Of no value in so doing he was the rich depository of what was real and true it resonated among those That wondered and were confused it was like being on a long journey arduous and moments of great Despair but at a cross roads you met in this single life a man of autumn austerity like the season also He brought glories colors out of darkened glens and shadowed harshness leaves would fall in the Dooryard of the hurting they breathed in the customary silent grandeur that lay on the now brown Grasses it was a colorful display it meant the end in one sense but a beginning in another he didn’t just Walk about the church platform he charged forward into Hells gate keepers he put them on notice the Way things usually are had come to an end he spoke of love but he advanced it this way through the Building blocks of creation not just simple but the essential God repeated what he did at the beginning Of our worlds creation in one instance he shows the breadth and depth of He who makes everything Then nurtures it carries it on to perfection a barren piece of land to start then his greatest creation in my Opinion he joins two through romantic drama and dreams and a little thing called love you take Infatuation the pleasing pleasure of thoughts and smite the heart in that cosmic moment the planets do Collide two worlds are being redefined and made into one this will be the essence of their whole lives They build relationships they build a dwelling and then the most gorgeous ribbon of all sets it off when their love makes a little one in distant time not believing it possible this is out done when the first Grandbaby comes that infancy that extended love at first now gives the gift that has cherish written all Over it and your fully awake dreams do come true when they speak to you your heart melts it’s the Greatest trick you are this adult and in seconds you are a marshmallow if we could package and sell it There would be no more conflicts just tell the opponent to bite smell this and in moments all would be Fun and joy so not to leave you to sad that this can’t be the day is coming when the lion will lie down With the lamb you’re just living its precursor you set and live among miniature wonders maybe you even Were involved in picking out their names Bruce uses this to great effect in this swirl and hoopla you find Your center and know the ideal of life and then the shift must occur not is all sweetness the barrister of The wind makes the argument that this great structure this family has fissures and brokenness a young Father told of the great pain he suffered when is son was abducted and taking into another country By other family members he since has created a international program that visits this issue and gives Hope to people that are helpless against governments of other nations Bruce explains this is Gods Predicament and oh how so many more of His children are missing taking into a world that subtly woos Them by every artifice that plays on their weakness and in those areas they have a tendency to fail the Dark Part of a painting in art greatly needed for contrast and mood sensibility but disaster in following And living a Godly life there are restrictions in normal living all manner of give and take that make For happier more successful living he ends with this ultimate truth I am the way and the life all of this Is factored in and it is of gravest concern that we act on it when we hear it and that night a goodly Number heard and responded to the very changing of their eternal destiny Bruce had words he used to Say my morning sky used to only hold dread without question I knew my soul so precious was truly Dead but then He spoon fed to my feeble lips Himself as the word it told in detail the darkness that is to Everyone a plague he stole deep within captured my heart and soul changed this man alone into a blessed vessel that cared only for His children so fare made me fearless in pursuit of them gave me the Ability to allow them to see dreams that were their own lives after the tender mending done with hands That bare the nail prints and imprinted on tender children the expressed love of the father that started At the beginning and will never cease please we bid thee come to him lost ones