It is not courage that is easy A hero is willing to sacrifice Without thought or hesitation They feel the same fear as we do But it is not acceptable to run away
To live a certain way Believing a storm will never end And that they will never mend Is to live without hope
But even if it never does end The life we are given is not a promise It is the life to come that we seek And to be God’s voice Was not your choice But now we listen to whales speak For the story began from within And it is the song we hear from the deep
It is you who began playing music that never knew what it was until your hands began to move again and we are amazed for the sounds of the instrument that you play is the measure of eternity in your soul
You have made the rain go to church To beg forgiveness for not raining in the desert Along with the concrete sidewalks of man for not letting flowers grow
Written for my friend Bill Hrncir who is an amazing man; he suffered a stroke in 2006 and his journey back to health has been one of the most inspiring example of a personal battle against huge odds that I've ever witnessed.