As I sat with my father and observed how feeble he had become my mind went back to earlier days when we were younger. Those days were not trouble free, but there was time left to live out life. More importantly, there was time left to seek the Lord. As I sat there and pondered these things, the words “days of wine and roses” came to my mind. I looked up the meaning and I found them described as a period of happiness and prosperity. Thinking on these things, I wrote this poem shorty before my father died …
Precious Sheep Of Renown 