A TOAST TO WARREN WILLIAMS AS HE
Here's to my best buddy, Warren
Now gliding to retire-
No better friend in earth's firmament
And few so easy to admire.
He's been everything a friend should
Loyal and fun and kind;
You would want him in your foxhole
If you wanted peace of mind.
I have seen him drive a thousand miles
To help a friend in need,
And reach out to troubled students
Never mentioning the deed.
And if I had to spend eight hours
Bass fishing on some lake,
I know the guy I'd want with me-
Warren, for conversation's sake.
(I could tell him all my troubles,
All the good things, all the bad,
Never fearing once he'd spread 'em
To some guy who wants me sad. )
We'd have those wells so full of Bass
They'd have to get new scales
Down at the weigh-in station
Where the North Stars tell their tales.
Here's to sixty years of good times
Had in knowing you old friend!
Warren, none can take your measure:
May your good times have no end-
Like when we've heard the chimes at
Lifting cups with jocund crew
Rollicking with Rodney Nelson
Sipping Pat Rassier's late-night stew.
We've made the tables roar at Cheryle's
With our merry minstrelsy,
Rolled with laughter as our carols
Rang with camaraderie.
Since you've been to me a brother,
I pray often for your soul,
That you give your heart to Jesus
Ere the years exact their toll.
See, there's no amount of native goodness
Wipes away the stink of earth,
Just the precious blood of Jesus
Cleans us up for Heaven's Mirth,
Makes us good enough to enter
Where the saints go marching in,
Makes us spotless as a baby
Just as if we'd never sinned.
So say yes to Him my buddy-
Gifts aren't gifts that aren't received;
You don't have to understand it,
But He has to be believed.
Be the little child he made once
Running summer's heedless ways,
Cast away vagrant misgivings
And receive Sweet Jesus' Grace.
For he died for us, my brother
You and me and Mary too-
There will never be another
Half as loving, half as true.
So my hat is off, dear life-long friend,
Seize joyfully the ease you've earned,
Seize all the well-won trophies
For the good you've taught and learned.
May these latter years stay joyful
May your strength be slow to wane,
May your lovely wife stay playful
With no reasons to complain,
May true friends and family press
To their bosoms loving, tight,
And may robust health excess you,
Eyes undimmed, still clear and bright.
May I see you one day fishing
On the Jordan's farther shore
Basking in the Father's Blessing
Then I'd wish for little more.
Gene Pinkney (6/5/05)
© 2006 Gene Pinkney
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