He was a simple guy but there was something about him that drew him into my heart and gave him the title of Dad. It was a time of change for me and God knew I needed a father figure since my dad was many thousands of miles away. He was only the third man who had earned that title in my life so you know I valued him highly. He was thoughtful and kind; dedicated to God and his wife. He was always ready to encourage me or offer a clever remark. His Jewish roots just made the bond all the deeper. He was the first one who ever wrote a poem for me and in turn inspired me to try my hand at rhyme as well. I spent many happy hours and weekends at the home in the mountains. God gave me a gift when I needed it most in my "bee parents". It was hard when I received the call late last year that he was declining, but though bedridden, he had so much strength left and surprised everyone by hanging on for 14 more months. In May I was able to see him one more time. We shared in music, he on his harmonica, me on the violin. We talked. We laughed. We cried. And we prayed. He didn’t want us to leave. It was hard. He endured 7 more months of pain and on December 14, the day after my own father’s birthday, he was finally able to rest. My only regret is that I didn’t take the time to call once more when he came to mind last week. For that I am truly sorry. Dad Bee was a very special man. I will miss his humor, his thoughtfulness, his sweet singing, his honesty, his prayers, and his love. Now he rests, but in a little while he’ll see the King! “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.” (1 Corinthians 15:55-58) His poems for me...
_____ WB – 11/24/10 An evergreen tree Like Kimberly Alive, ever growing As the sower sowing As the blossom blooming Like a cannon booming As a sunny day Not gloomy or gray. Full of joy and mirth Blest the day of birth Standing tall and strong She sings God’s song. _____ To my sweet daughter, Little lady with aburn hair, I see you there Lite up with joy, Confident in the Lord, Hard working, never bored. What will you do? Yes, God will lead you, As life is flowing, May His love enfold you, May His thoughts now mold you, May His wisdom guide you, And His power abide you. Little lady, barely tall, Blessings to you-all. Love from your adopted Jewish/gentile father, WB - 12/15/10 _____ My Blessing Upon You 4/16/11 – WB Little Miss, thy beaming face so bright, Another day older, thy burdens are light, Life flows on, time reads always right, And no matter what, you must do what’s right. Life does have meaning as nature tells clear, Look to the blossom, to the robin so near, They all tell us that in God there’s no fear, For He will care for us, every day of the year. All the blessings lie before you I know, Protected and guided wherever you go. So expect great adventure will grow Wherever He leads you. And so-- Take no thought for tomorrow, today, The angels of mercy will follow your way, And though the road be rough, never say, “Life is so hard,” at the end of the day. For Little Miss, your destiny Is to lighten and brighten history, To bless the downtrodden in misery, To give hope to all, your ministry, Kimberly! _____ Going Onward WB - 6/5/11 Kim-ber-ly, Watchah see? Can't see to far-- Kim-ber-ly, Alabamee, The door's ajar. Take this step, Kim Just lean on Him The path is there With never a doubt With hope all about To guide and to care. The course may be new The way have no view Yet, new vistas will rise The future will fly O're a field that is nigh And open the skies. Fear not, only joy That you're new-employ Not to work alone Free to expand your wings To attain great everythings To reap what you've sown. Oh, such a vision Before you, and decisions But great be His love Great in His shadow You'll be as you grow Destined for above.
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Geri Tucker
12/16/2016 08:39:55 pm
Take your rest, Brother Bill, we shall see you in the morning!
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