Tuesday, February 7, 2012
The first time I met this jarhead marine, I could tell by his cocky walk and the way he dressed that he was a marine. He was all spit and polished and when he spoke he sounded like the buck sergeant on your first day of boot camp. He was no dog faced G.I. he was truly the spirit of the core. As time passed I saw his love for Jesus Christ, love for his wife, love for his children and grandchildren. Like the aposle Paul, he fought a good fight, he ran the race and he won. So God we ask that you get the honor guard of heaven standing at attention for we are sending our old soldier home, and I have a feeling Heaven will be changing just a little.