Calvin "Son" Foster

A SOULS WORTH

How much is a good man worth

who has passed to the other shore?

How many lives has he touched

that could stand and tell us more?

He had worked hard in the oil patch

for everything he had;

He had the respect of honest men,

and love from those who called him, “Dad”.

Whispering echo’s go around the room,

from all who called him “friend”,

Some had hunted the woods with Son,

while others remember the “man”.

And stopping o’er the body still,

then whispering a gentle prayer,

Touching the brow of his precious face,

and shedding a passionate tear.

Nobody could count the laughter he gave,

nor number the memories fond,

No one could say how much he loved,

this Calvin Foster... “Son”.

None can know the worth of his soul,

that has sored to heavens home;

But God alone who records keeps,

can tell when life is done.

For a soul that’s loved, is one that’s missed

by kindred and family today,

And memories flood the hurting heart,

As “Son” has moved away.

An oil field, a garden patch,

 a home where family drew,

A weakened body, a faith that said,

“Dear ones, I’ll miss all of you.”

But closing eyes and breathless clay,

are not the final end!

For there in heaven he waits for us,

with other family and friends.

How much is the soul of a good man worth,

that has passed through death’s door?

It is worth the life of God’s own Son,

standing with him on the other shore.

Larry D. Sparks