funeral

He laid in state, all eyes looking upon the body of what use to be a great man. Many had known the speeches, he had made. He helped judge the nation's greatest trials, he left judgements that would be talked and argued over for years.
While in another city a poor man laid, a few people and some kin, gathered around. He had left a different place, a far off place. He had told many of Jesus and planted churches throughout the land. Many would welcome him home, that was touched by the life he lived. He had preached the gospel to many who practiced voodoo, they came out of the dark into the light. Jesus had given him
a gift and the Holy Spirit moved when he spoke. He prayed and helped to send the light into the darkest corners of the country he was in.
A great crowd was there when he arrived and Jesus said Well Done. He was now at peace and had run the race.
One man loved by man, one man loved by God, one humble and obedient. One man puffed up and important he did believe. Both brought to the grave.
WHO'S SHOES WOULD YOU WANT TO FILL??