Amy Lynn Reifsnyder
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Sun Valley Beach Club
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Not so very long ago The Man came up to me
‘Said, “Tell me about the boy you used to know.”
I said, “Father, he’s a wild one. His soul’s a bit too free.
To tell the Truth, Lord, I just don’t know.
He said, “I’ll send a band of angels down.
We’ll keep an eye on things
If I recall, you said the boy could sing.”
“Why, yes, that’s right, my Father.
That the boy can do.
If you wait until he gets here, I’m sure he’ll sing for you.”
Days went by, then weeks and years
The angels came and went
Then, finally, they reached a Decision.
My Father drew me close to Him,
“I’ve got something I need to say.
The angels asked me special,
Could the Preacher’s Boy come to play.
“They said he has a soulful voice
He plays a mean guitar
But the music of his harp could create a brand new star.
Galaxies of light and love converge
To turn the Darkest Night bright as Day.”
Heaven won’t be
Like it was the day before
The Preacher’s Boy came to play.