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Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
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.

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