"Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me!/ And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea,/ But such a tide as moving seems a sleep, Too full for sound and foam,/ When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home, turns home." [Tennyson, 1889]
"O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?" 1 Corinthians 15:55
Today's to do: heed the Master's call; long for the day when I leave this life for eternity; be faithful and ready for this to be my last day; have a good day.
Kyle Webb
Roy Gambrell