My Calling from God

By David L. Dyer

Three years as a deacon, have come to an end

That’s not so easy, to comprehend

What have I learned?  What have I done?

I know I’ve made friends, with most everyone

So now that it’s over, what’s next on my plate?

Should I wait for God, to decide my fate?

No, I’ve still got plenty to say

I’ll never forget, what happened that day

Eight years ago at age sixty nine, God reached out to me

It took a year to realize, since he works mysteriously

I collapsed on a treadmill and lost control and thought my life was through

An incurable disease called Parkinson’s, was the start of something new

He who knows all knew that I, would never give up my beer

And now that I was near seventy, he felt the time was now here

God reached me through my late brother, Wayne

Knowing what the outcome would be

Knowing I had a story to tell, Wayne uttered these words to me

“David, don’t give up, you must continue

Do not die, with your music still in you”

Next came a trip to the Vietnam Wall

That’s when I gave up alcohol

It took quite a while to understand

It was God who put that pen in my hand

There are fifty plus thousands, of names on that wall

God’s calling to me, was “remember them all.”

I began writing stories, and even a book

My efforts continued, whatever it took

Eight years have passed, I’m now seventy seven

I’ve been lifted from hell and I’m halfway to heaven

I’ll continue to write and take my stand

Til I can no longer hold, a pen in my hand

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