A YEAR TO REMEMBER

Have you ever known a HERO
	One of greatness and of power,
One who was great his whole life through
	And not for just one hour?

One who could rise to each challenge
	There was nothing he could not handle,
And of his private life we now know
	There was not a hint of scandal.

Yet, if you look within the book
	That the county clerk does keep,
And if you wanted to find your hero's name
	If they let you take a peek,

You would only find three entries
	For each person gets the same
The date of birth, the date of death
 	And, of course, their name.

So now we read about the year
	When King Uzziah died
We are not told about the tears
	That the young prophet cried

We can not measure the sorrow
	Caused by the death of Isaiah's king
We can not know the pain he knew
	Nor of deathıs awful sting

But we know what we have felt
	When our Hero was laid to rest.
We know how empty life became
	When the world had lost its best.

Isaiah tells us That then  it was,
	When he laid his hero beneath the sod,
That He could see so clearly then
	The greatness of his God

Thus may it be for you and me
	When we loose the one we love dearly
That God will give us a view of Him
	Through tears may we see Him Clearly


Dr. G.H. Van Sandt 5/26/1997