This story I'm telling you is true
That's why I feel I must tell you
Although I was only six years old
And this is just what I've been told
I can only remember little parts
Like my mothers broken heart
It happened in the month of May
My oldest brother passed away
In nineteen hundred and fifty two
Is when he left us alone and blue
They hitch hiked to a movie show
And rode with people they didn't know
Then my brother and his friend
Saw their lives come to an end
my brother Bill was at his side
As the death car began to slide
With a drunk driver at the wheel
Our brothers body began to reel
On a rock pillar he hit his head
Within just seconds he was dead
We were asleep at home that night
Mother had awakened in a fright
She said a feeling made her wake
She felt her hands begin to shake
She felt a spirit by her side
That made her eyes open wide
Then Jesus Christ was by her bed
As she reached for Him He shook His head
She felt a warmth within her soul
That never again was she to know
She felt something bad was in store
Then she heard the knock at the door
Written by: Thelma Shutters
11-4-2002
In Memory of James R Schlup
