The Passing of My Brother

Thy Word, O God, is a swift sword

You shall fight against your enemies

with the double edged sword proceeding from your mouth

Your Name, O God, is exalted above all

You are Redeemer, Creator, Lord of all

To thee shall I go in time of need

Thee only shall I seek in distress

Thou hidest my soul in the cleft of the Rock

Thou dost cover me in the shelter of thy wings

You, O God, shall I worship

Your name, O God, do I praise

I received the news yesterday of my brother's passing. I stood stunned. I thought, "To whom shall I go? Who will care?"

I have tried to tell him the Gospel, though he did not seem to receive it. I certainly prayed for him, nearly 32 years. But there is that great, precious promise, "Whatsoever ye shall ask, in my name, that will I do for you, that the Father may be glorified in the Son."

I've asked for his salvation. You gave the promise. It is your will that all men come to repentance and be saved. I lift mine eyes unto Thee, O God.