O-nce there was a boy whose name meant 'servant of God'. Well, he grew up a good man gifted with hands that aren't half bad.

B-equeathed with palms that joyfully beat the Sabbath drums and fingers that write sensible poems, this lad surely knows how to touch souls.

E-nlightened, you may call him that, whenever he shares his insights on the Word of God. With his bashful demeanor who denounces the spotlight, it'll not occur to you he hides a hilarious side.

D-amn, this man is a gem! Almost lost him once but I won him again. Through bumpy rides and cold swims, I'm glad he's there, a buddy, a confidante, a friend.