I met a man of the Death Watch the other day,
He told me it was his ministry.
To each hospital he goes to pray,
To watch over the living and dying every day.
What more to this can i say, other then for this man’s continued health and strength, i do for pray,
For when i first met him that other day, to his niece’s side, for the death watch he was going.
Because she would never see the sunrise of the next day.
I felt like doing a bit of poetry. I met Rev. Lee on Monday as i was doing my paper route. He told me his story and i was moved. It also made me feel bad because i had had a hard time facing my grandmothers death. She died of Alzheimer’s disease. But while i don’t envy this man’s ministry, i do envy his strength. i don’t think I’d have to heart to do what he does.