But such a tide as moving seems asleep, to fool for sound and foam, when that which drew from out the boundless deep turns again home.
Twilight and evening Bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, when I am park.
For though from out our born of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Randy was refined like gold through his afflictions. He took it all in faith as a blessing not a curse.
Angels angels are watching. It matters how we live. It matters to his a holy angels and it matters to God. Let your light shine before men, that they see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven .(Matt.5:7)
You will be missed Randy Ryan and forever in our hearts.
