I’m going to look for you, Curtis. I think you would say: “It’s the other way around.” You ain’t gon’ be there.” I say, I might be. Jehovah will make that decision.
You left us with snarls on our faces–eyes wide open in shock. One thing for sure, I told you I loved you when you could hear me, versa-versa. I have a hope. Jesus cried when Lazarus died–John 11:33, 35. Lazarus’ family were grieving. I can’t cry, Curtis. I lost my tears. I can’t find them. I can’t feel them.
I love you. I know You Can’t Get Used To Anything. Just Can’t Get Used To It.
Nothing stays the same.
“Candle of Thought”
was lit in memory of Curtis Gallaway