Blessings on a Friend

The Trumpet will Blow,
And the Saved in You fly,
Leaving many below,
Of which, many will die.
Will we cry?

On Christmas day, that's soon to be,
I want to praise a brother, dear to me,
A Minister, a Teacher, and Friend,
Making way straight, without a bend.

I went, one day, to Evangelical Free,
There, he taught me how to be,
A true son of God, without restriction,
Twas mostly in reading Bible diction.

He'd take a word, and tear it apart,
Like a surgeon, he'd find Hebrew heart,
Without fiction, we'd learn word's story,
And how that word, fit Jesus' glory.

Till then, I didn't understand, or know,
God's deeper meaning nor where to go,
My friend, and teacher, with Holy Spirit,
Made God's Word flow, even I could hear it.

Dear God, please Bless, Dieter Rademacher,
He farms the heart as a Scriptural Hay-Stacker,
He makes your word, into worthy chew,
Nurturing to all, who'll hear him through.

Before, a Minister, this man had 'Wings,'
As 'Fighter Pilot,' defending Free way of things,
Defending the body, was not for this man,
Teach Eternal Salvation, God's Family Plan.

What better way to save man from derision,
Than Minister hearts, the Reason for Season,
Dieter went South, and I traveled East,
Now, we both do combat with the Beast.

When Jesus comes, to Snatch away Bride,
I'll be Dieter's wingman, right by his side,
To his Church, for Christmas, I'd like to say,
Be good to Dieter, he's worth more than pay.

Christmas Blessing to all, Keep Shofar handy,
Stand tall, on the wall, Watch, do not bandy,
Be true to Jesus, let faith fly like a bird,
There's many out there, not hearing His Word.

AMEN