The Climb

The Climb

In memory of my brother, Wayne

We've hunted in the Kentucky fields,
Worn blisters on back of our heels.
Fished in the muddy river overnight,
Often just getting a mosquito bite.

Played softball in hot summer's sun,
Gave it our best seldom winning one.
Stood by each other in deep sorrow,
wanted better days for our tomorrow.

Served in the Army the same time,
You in Vietnam, I served stateside.
Agent Orange gave you lung cancer,
Only God knows the final answer.

Now we stand at a mountain's base,
We'll climb it with God's Holy grace.
If you get to weak and want to stop,
I'll carry you to the mountain's top.

I know you fear this dreaded disease,
I'll stand by you and bow on my knees.
God almighty, will show us the way.
Brother, we must have faith and pray.

God is watching He is looking down,
He'll not forsake us He'll be around.
Have faith brother when it's your time,
You'll leave Earth with God the divine.

BY: Kings

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