The following poem was written by my father-in-law.  He wrote it after coming to Christ, and we read it at his funeral.

Makin' Plans to Touch the Master's Hand

I started down this road

Two weeks before Thanksgiving, 1983.

Where I prayed for him to take away my taste for the worldly things...

And he did just that.

And now he started me makin' plans

To touch the Master's hand

And then I look around at all my friends

And see where they stand

And I try to tell them

For I want to see them touch the Master's hand.

For I know there is a God,

Because according to the Bible,

He has called and chosen us at the foundation of the world...

But go ahead, laugh and scorn

They did it to Him -

Why not to me?

But I'm not comparing,

'Cause I am just dirt under His feet

I'm just makin' plans to touch the Master's hand.

I can't wait to hear Him say,

"Thank you for helping with the master plan.

Now you can touch the Master's hand."

                        -Calvin Leon Parsons