There I was, minding my own business, getting ready to do some exercising, when Chris Rice’s voice penetrated the fog that is my brain in the mornings.
I used to stand next to you
Shout, “Hallelujah”
In the old church up on the hill
And I watched how you cried
When you sang and you smiled
And I wondered who we’re praying to‘Cause He took your breath away
He took your breath away
…
One day we circled your bed
All your family and friends
Came to kiss you and whisper goodbye
You said I’m going away
And it’s not a sad day
I’m finally meeting the Love of my lifeAnd then He took your breath away
He took your breath away
A day may come when I will attempt to wax eloquently on the life that was Loyd Sawyers.
But it is not this day.