Prayers needed for a freind.

[Lonewolf3165]

I had a freind of mine tell me today that his doctor at the VA told him he has only 4 months to a year to live. He had been battling lung cancer but now it has moved to his pancreas. He is a simple soul & a hard working guy. He is our scrap metal man & takes away our used tires too. One of those guy that you like to give ribbing to when he comes in but it's because you like him.
His name is Joe & I'd just like to send as many prayers for him as I could.

FABO is a great bunch of people here & I thank you all.

[RustyRatRod]

Joe is on my hot list.

[416 scamp]

Prayers on the way......

[GT340]

Prayers for Joe.

[Kegan B]

Prayers Sent for Joe, family and friends

[Old Tired Rebel]

Prayers sent for Joe,you and all his family.

[Dodge33]

Prayer's on the way to your friend, you, and his family at this
hard time in one's life. In Jesus name we pray, Amen.

[nothingbutdarts]

Amen!!! Prayers going out for Joe!!

[goldfish65]

Prayers going out for your friend Joe that he proves the doctors wrong.

[oldkimmer]

....................My prayers are sent.................kim.................

[Indrud Cold]

My prayers to your friend and his family. In these sad times, a few words of hope:

Than Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said:

You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Kahil Gibran

[Dart_Doctor]

sent