It started at an old upright piano. He was just a boy, ten years old. Note ny note, he would tell the story, How nothing but the blood could save a soul. Looking down on tear-stained keys, whispering a promise, "Lord, I place my life into Your hands. I will always be a faithful man." Faithful with the work that he'd been given, faithful to the ones who called him friend, a hero to each one of us who needed some encouragment, with words of hope and help to try again. I always know that I can count on him. Lord, I want to thank You for the faithful man. Billions of miles are now behind him. The memories are etched into his mind. Although a little slower, he anticipates the moment where he can share the story one more time. If only I could tell you just how much that I have treasured the honor to be standing where I stand for you have always been a faithfull man. Faithful to the work that he'd been given, always faithful to the ones who called him friend, a hero to each one of us who needed some encouragment, with words of hope and help to try again. Oh, I always know that I can count on him. Lord, I want to thank You for the faithful man. For a soldier of the Cross who led the way, who followed in Your footsteps day by day, Lord, I want to thank You. Yes, I want to thank You for the faithful man.