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LIFE LINES Devotionals / Testimonies / Encouragement
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| The Birth Of My Song, |
[ Rick Alan King ]
Mon, Sep 22, 2008 @ 01:04 PM PST |
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On September 25, 2003 at 10:20 PM, I received a telephone call that would forever change me and my wife’s life. Many of you might remember the tragic NHC Nursing Home in Nashville, TN, fire that claimed the lives of 16 of their residents, one of them being my mother-in-law.
My wife, Lana and I had just returned from our daily visit when the phone rang and it was my mother-in law screaming for me to get back down there and save her as the building was on fire. I could hear the alarms and screaming going on in the background. She could no longer get out of bed and walk due her spinal problems. We immediately took off as fast as we could and arrived before many of the emergency personal even got there. We tried to get into the building to help but could not. We stood outside and watched, hoped and prayed as the firemen were doing all they could to rescue the residents. We comforted people as they brought them out to the triage area wrapped in sheets, blankets and some with nothing on at all. They were very scared but would seem to calm down when they saw us as we were regular visitors and familiar faces.
As the evening wore on, my wife had to return to the car as she has COPD and is on oxygen and was too tired to help anymore. I continued to search, walk around and ask anyone of the whereabouts of my mother-in-law, but no one knew anything. By this time there were countless fire trucks, ambulances, police, helicopters and news media with cameras and cords spread out over the entire area and as I stood there amongst the chaos looking up at the smoldering building, I could not help but hear and notice many people passing all around me that many were very angry and many even cursing about the events taking place. All I could think of was, “God, please help us, help us all.” While I stood there lost in thought I felt something brush my hand. I turned to look at what it was and it was a sweet little elderly black lady with a gray bun on her head and a smile on her face. She looked directly at me and said, “Baby, aren’t you glad you are a Christian?” and I said, “Yes,” and turned back around to the scenes that were unfolding at the time. She then said about the people that were cursing and angry all around us, “What do they do, who do they turn to?” I then turned around to reply to her and she was gone, vanished in an instant.
Those words, “What do they do, who do they turn to?” never left my mind. It wasn’t until less than a year later when I had to bury my precious mother that that phrase came racing into my mind again and I was gladder than ever that I had some one to turn to for comfort. I sat down after that and it started flowing out of me; the words and music to my song that I perform at every venue I play.
The chorus to the song says, “What do they do without Him, how do they live without Him, when troubles come, when day is done, do they just hide or run?, How do they live without Him, what do they do without Him, I only know I just can’t make it on my own.”
Rick Alan King
www.rickalanking.com |
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| Mon, Sep 22, 2008 @ 01:04 PM |
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Publisher : Rick Alan King
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