What fertile soil of God was he who stood firm on faith and conviction to speak.
The leaded seed meant for death burrowed into him to steal his breath
but, it was life that blossomed at that trigger pull.
It was the harvest of convictions that sprouted as drops of the spirit of God rained out.
They sought to prune a vine but raised a vineyard of fruit in His name.
Man is but earth in the purpose of God to be molded and shaped for His means.
A life lived well is a testimony.
A death died well speaks to his calling.
God is glorified, and glorified, and glorified.
Death is not the end of life this way, but the beginning.
