Homecoming

The old man sat drinking his morning brew. Wondering what in the world he was going to do. His savings were gone due to paying doctors and such. He didn’t want to bother his kids, that would be asking too much. Life had really turned sour, it had taken on such a hellish theme. It seems that when he closed his tired old eyes, it was only bad things he’d see in those dreams. As he sipped on his coffee he closed his hands, He said Lord what has happened I once was a man. Lord please forgive me if I murmur a lot, You see I’m tired Sir, I’ve done all that I can. The old man wasn’t foolish, nor overly proud, age was taking it’s toll and she wasn’t abundantly kind. The decisions he knew he must make, he knew he should do while he still was strong of mind. He said Lord please I need Your guidance for these things I must do. He said I’ve always counted on You Lord You’ve always pulled me through. Then he heard it the faint knock upon the door. He said come on in it’s open, then he heard the footsteps on the floor. The voice he heard was so sweet as it beckoned him to his feet. He said I’ve come to take you home, there is someone you should meet. And standing there behind the voice stood our Savior in his door. You’ve done your job, you’ve done it well, but now I need you more. Thank You Father, the old man said as he placed his old hat upon his head. As he turned and looked there stood Jesus reading from His book, twas the old mans name which Jesus read. He said you have been a good and faithful servant friend, so please enter in. The other part of the story was not the end, it’s just how this story begins. Glory To The Lord