I went and saw my great grandpa yesterday. He's in a hospice. It was a very sobering experience, cause I'm usually completely drunk. Getting old does a lot of things to you psychologically, but it's a real learning experience. I won't go into detail about the changes he's come upon because I don't feel they properly reflect the true man that he is. I will however ask that you all pray for him that he would find salvation. My mom's talked with him a few times and his responses are like so, "I was a good man," and "Oh yeah, of course." We know he doesn't think he needs to accept Jesus. He's very angry about his frist wife dying still. This was like fifty years ago or so and it still has a hold of him. He doesn't understand why God took her away from him, and none of us are sure that she was saved either. We're having a minister go see him for purposes of salvation. Just pray for him.

While I was there I had him sing a song he'd written as a young man. I wrote down the lyrics.

Oh give me a ladder
a nail and a hammer
and a picture to hang on the wall.
Tell me sure that it's a good strong ladder
for you know that I might surely fall.
Give me a waiter
a couple of glasses
and a barrel of good ole Bab's Ale
and I'll take you to hang that picture
if somebody drives the nail
I don't work for a livin'
I get along alright without
I don't toil all day
and I guess it's cause I'm not built that way
Some people work for a livin' and say it's all sunshine and gain
but if I have to work for a livin'
I think I'll stay out in the rain.