Preacher Man
In the past, where I seldom visit
There is a soul I’d like to remember
He was a preacher who traveled the mountains
The ridges of North Carolina and Tennessee
Going back and forth to alters across the hills
Reaching hearts and souls who needed to hear
The gospel of salvation by the blood of Jesus
In the past, where my heart seeks remembrance
There lives a man who taught that salvation comes
Through faith in a Savior who gives us amazing grace
Helps us to feel alive within the soul who needs to believe
God is on the throne and He will give us love and peace
In the past, where there was once a man of faith
He taught about love that is alive and hope that thrives
Inside the heart of those who know God gives us all
A sense of assurance that comes from the heart who believes
Love this strong is colored in shades of crimson blood
From the One who died so that we might know real love
In the past, where my mind visits, thinking out loud about
All the hopes and dreams that were alive then
The colors of silence and the memories of a life then
Where nearly everyone knew the most intimate truth
That God, in all His glory, brought us a Savior
One who would guide us through the darkness
Into the heart of joy – kindness – whispers of silence
Where we can know that our faith is the greatest gift
God has placed inside our chests with hearts who rest
Against the murmuring whispers of serenity and strength
All the praises that come from knowing that God
Is the One who forgives all our faults and flaws, our sins
And gives the second chance we need to begin again
There was a man who lives in my past, just beyond my grasp
And he knew the way to light up the heart
Was given when Jesus arose from the darkness
Out of the grave, He became the great healer
The leader, the fulfiller, the One who would give us
Salvation that stills our fears and fills us with a sense of peace
And love that is alive, living inside the one who knows
Jesus lives in the heart and owns the very soul
Of those who give Him absolute faith and complete control
This man in the past preached faith in Jesus
And I will always be grateful for His legacy
For it is bound in chains of blood that covers
All the sins I might have been captive of
Thankfully, He freed me!
This man was my grandfather and I’m sure he must have prayed
For me and my family… long before he went away
To that happy home on high, where God took him
In the blink of an eye… to heaven where Jesus abides
The legacy that I speak of is one that I appreciate more
Than any other I can think of… this man was assuredly a great giver
Of all the gifts of the spirit, the ones that made His faith sure
And gave us the chance to share his praises with the world
God has given me the assurance that I know Him
Not because of this preacher in my past, but because
I am covered by the blood of the Lamb!
Written in remembrance of a preacher named Rev. Jeff King, who was a grandfather I didn’t ever meet, but still am sure is one who prayed for me before I came to be! God knows all things before they are even imagined or dreamed of.
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