It really doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter at all,
I’m in my Father’s care.
He rules this footstool here below,
From His great big, heavenly chair.
He’s in charge of my little life,
My fame and fortune, children and wife,
So it really doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter at all,
I’m in my Father’s care. -eab, 12/1969
Written on the slab of what is now Carrol Auditorium, Hobe Sound Bible College,Florida
Separate-Holy 
Love this poem…song, Daddy! It has meant a lot to us a family.
We surely ENJOYED getting the suitcase full of goodies from y’all last night…delivered by Bro. Tim. We will enjoy a DELICIOUS ham for Thanksgiving dinner, along with other yummy foods that y’all and your dear Church sent to us! We also look forward to opening the birthday gifts soon, and the Christmas gifts when Dec. 25th comes. =)
Jimmy is to have 2 more eye surgeries…one of which will be this coming Thursday! =(