James White

Deacon Charlie offered up a prayer At the end of the service this morning. After they collected up the tithes and offerings. He said, "Father, let us use it well And spend it like we should. Thank you for your blessings, and Lord, I wish you would Let James White have a good day today. Let James White have a good day today." He's been my friend for Thirteen years. Everybody knows James 'round here. Six foot five and a voice like a cannon. He's built like a Sherman tank. For that he had his father to thank. Junior Master Farmer of the FFA. He went on to teach at Oklahoma State. He loved standing in the middle of the field Of wheat, And on the last verse of every hymn. Amazing Grace, too. What a friend. Eleven fifty on Sunday morning. Kinda strange to hear Charlie say, "Let James White have a good day today. Let James White have a good day today." "Our days are numbered," I've heard him say. You never know which one you're on today. Never love a thing that can't love you back. And boy, that man could love. He nearly crushed you with a hug. He wasn't feeling well this Sunday morning. So I sure am glad old Charlie prayed, "Oh, let James White have a good day today. Let James White have a good day today. Let James White have good day today. Let James White have a good day today." After church out in the foyer, As we said our goodbyes, Sister Ruby walked up and we could see it In her eyes. At eleven fifty this Sunday morning, While Carol held his hand, James David White crossed over to the Promised Land. James White's gonna have a good day today. James White's gonna have a good day today. Oh, James White's gonna have a good day today. James White's gonna have a good day today. Oh, James White's gonna have a good day today. Oh, James White's gonna have a good day today. Oh, James White's gonna have a good day today. Good day today. Good Gonna have a good day today.