I wanted to be Flint McCullough
with his ever-vigilant eyes.
Always out in front,
experience had made him wise;
Judgement, strength, well trained steed,
spotting danger, yet second to the lead,
showing the way, offering protection,
securing provision, unfailing direction.
My first man's man,
forward thinking, anticipating needs;
that dream's been refined,
this man defined by deeds.
He's a servant
who makes mistakes
with courage of conviction
and private fears.
He has principles,
can't always measure up.
He's tender-hearted
though often tough.
Still a genuine sinner
driven in large part
to be like David,
a man after God's own heart.
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