The One-Armed Man
A way I never truly saw him The one-armed man did more with his one hand than most do with two Giving all he had An open home for any brothers, sisters, family and friends Everyone welcome where love and support never end He never let it stop him define him in any way He lost it during factory work Ripped from his body along with his shirt Haunting pains lingered on that he seldom spoke of He told many stories of wars across land and sea Germany Korea France Italy Tales of the "hot box" Killings of men Innocent or guilty no time to wonder Haunting it sometimes, He turned it into joke An army man Veteran He'd sing silly songs of old girlfriends back when Some pretty, some brazen, some rather old |
A rebel in his youth Working in coal mines Helping organize a strong union Standing for justice, That is what I am told Silver bullets flying left and right Meeting on empty corners, Dark, hidden places Hiding his family Slipping away He said he, "Wasn't well a day since my birth," My scar remains a constant reminder his desperate deal with The Lord Saved by amazing grace Baptized with love Mark, Paul, Luke, John He spoke of them all Of Jesus' sweet love Making each of us feel so special Like a glistening flower among dry weeds. Speaking to us all, each one understood There is but one thing that I am deeply convinced No better place exists than holding the hand of this brazen, intelligent one-armed man. |