Memories, they pass. I look upon them and see a man I can only remember. I look in the mirror to find him but like the morning fog, he fades away. Time has gone and time has past. I see his pictures. I watch his old videos. He was a man whose passion consumed him. He stopped on the streets to love those who others chose not to see. He fed there mouths and listened to their stories. He let them release their anger and pain. He gently loved them and prayed the love of the Father upon them so they could carry Him wherever they should go. He met their needs the best he could. His love for Jesus danced within his eyes like flames of fire. His heart burned to preach the Truth and raise the dead. He lead the lost to the Found. He longed to bring healing to the brokenhearted. He was deeply pierced with compassion for those he found crippled. With tears in his eyes he longed for them to stand upright. His eyes saw things others could not perceive. His ears heard cries of sorrow that others turned a deaf ear too. His mouth spoke words others feared to even think. He loved to laugh as well as make others laugh so hard that they could barley breathe. He loved children for he found much joy in their innocence. They taught him the ways of the Kingdom. He had a fire like lava pour from his heart. He had drive and motivation. He had visions and dreams. He read the Word and like fireworks he watched It come alive. To foreign seas he set sail. To foreign people released love. I miss him. Where did he go? When shall he return? I search for him but my eyes seem to fail me. Sometimes I think I see him, but when tomorrow comes, he has become a mirage in the desert of my reality. Lord please find him. Please Father, bring him back to me and restore the time that has been lost.
