Hey, guys.

Wrote this about two years ago. Although I wrote it about 3 specific guys, it applies to many of you all here. Thank you for all your support.


Drowning in the depths of dispair;
six hands reach down to meet me there,
lifting me up and out of the black
and sharing their faith when it's faith I lack.

Three brothers, special, unique in ways
that help to see me through better days.
One brother, a brother through Spirit and birth;
sent down to protect me while I walk on Earth.

A second brother in Tennessee;
a brother in Spirit to pray for me.
And then, a third brother through spirit and pain,
who talks plain sense when my tears fall like rain.

Four boys, the sons of one loving Father
Who can overcome death, let alone hurt and bother.
I can do all things through Him who strengthens me,
but I thank Him for brothers when I sail the stormy sea.




Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home Iíll never see

It may sound absurd...but donít be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but wonít you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
Itís not easy to be me