Strong in Our Hearts

. He wore glass dust on his hands. A callous from

the ground. Moved us south to Arkansas where the rocks were hard and

kind. Drill rigs sing like a lonesome train. Beer cans by

his side. But the Lord had a plan, a light to find in the

middle of the night. And he met Jesus down on his knees.

The bottle hit the floor and he found his peace. Traded his wrench

for a bible. His rough hands for prayer. Our dad, the preacher with

a heart laid back. He was strong like a quarry stone.