Tears, 2/21/18, when I heard the news.

Tears, as they noted, how many lives he had touched.

Tears, as it was revealed, he planned his own funeral.

Tears, when I learned he would lie in state in the Capital.

Tears, tears and more tears. Why?

I never knew him, and only heard short clips, of his messages. Really his only message, Jesus died for us.

He shared God’s love, from his personal experience. He was The Evangelist, a True Servant of God.

It moved me to Tears. Why?

He had put on the Yoke of Christ, … and Walked in that Anointing for many years.

He knew where the Holy of Holies was, … and lived therein.

The Lord used him Mightily.

His faithfulness touched my heart.

I desire to be faithful. …. I fail.

I long to enter the Holy of Holies, … and lose my way.

I drop His Yoke, … and tangle the lines.

My Prayer; Philippians 3:10

“That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death;“

May I be made into His image, able to do His will, in His way, by His Power.

Oh Lord, hear my prayer. Amen