REMEMBERING PASTOR DAVID KING
My powerful memory can’t let go,
Of wonderful friends I used to know.
And one to which my memory clave,
Was my dear friend, our Brother Dave.
I’m riding down Milton’s streets with him,
Hearing an oft told story again.
Smiling within for brother so dear,
Even glad the repeated story to hear.
I now console my empty mind,
With thoughts of where we now him find.
Him looking into the Savior’s glory
Entered into that eternal story!
He’s delighted in this latest of phases,
Rejoicing with Tommy and Hubert Davis!
He now cares not to retell his stories,
Absorbed into the eternal glories.
All too soon we all shall be,
There with him eternally.
“All things new,” is what He said,
In fresh, green pastures to be led.
Past memory gone, no more to see,
Brother Dave, Barrett, or me.
For we shall be like Him that day,
All past concepts then fled away.
A new name on a white stone to call,
For God shall then be all in all.
No separation, only new spiritual union,
In glorified peace forever our communion.
Bro. Gene Breed
June 14, 2022
