Funerals.

Every family has them. And every family has history.

I've seen then bring families together.

I've seen them tear families apart.

When a person dies, the first question that comes to my mind is "was that person saved?"

Then i begin thinking "Did I share the good news with them, not by what I said, but did it show in the way I acted."

I'm still here.
Many thought I'd
fall...
fail...
crumble...
But still I stand tall
Head held high

In the midst of it all
He kept me
His hand guided me
His love protected me
from dangers...known and unknown