I have not yet read your book,
maybe others things took,
the time, your time, from mine,
I read what you said in another
written work to your brother,
Rich Mullins.
Brennan, I know you not at all,
and after your book, I may fall,
short of understanding who you are,
but that is a measure of me or how far,
I have to go to be nearer to God.
You have written more than one book,
and the face I see when I look,
at yours is a man who wrestled with those
things of God while showing love like the Rose
of Sharon.
I will miss you though I did not know you that well at all,
except, you like Rich, were both poets, thank you for being
you. I still have your book and one day, I will, it, read.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
I have not yet read your book,
maybe others things took,
the time, your time, from mine,
I read what you said in another
written work to your brother,
Rich Mullins.
Brennan, I know you not at all,
and after your book, I may fall,
short of understanding who you are,
but that is a measure of me or how far,
I have to go to be nearer to God.
You have written more than one book,
and the face I see when I look,
at yours is a man who wrestled with those
things of God while showing love like the Rose
of Sharon.
I will miss you though I did not know you that well at all,
except, you like Rich, were both poets, thank you for being
you. I still have your book and one day, I will, it, read.
Nope not hagiography. But he was, they were, ...they would both resist the "title"
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