In 2003 Don died unexpectedly in a remote island near Cebu. I was numb, lost, confused and tired. On the second night of his wake a pack of Filipinos who were strangers to me, showed up with a young American man. He introduced himself, hugged me and asked if he could pray for me. I could never explain the comfort that his gesture brought me, I thought God must have sent him all the way from California to remind me that HE was still in control inspite of my collapsing world. Aaron sang this song, and when he sings, he doesn't sing to the crowd..he sings to the Lord. That's my friend Aaron.
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