Everything Works Out For the Best

If you've read and were touched by the "Old Metal Desk", this poem is a follow-up on that great man -- my dad. His life was shortened on February 15, 1965. A truck he drove was hit by and train and he died instantly. He was 51 years old and I was the oldest of seven children. I was 23.

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Everything Works Out For the Best
By Larry R. Linville

“Everything works out for the best.”
These words he kept deep in his chest.
When times in our life
Were packed full of strife,
He’d say, “Everything works out for the best.”

Where did he get these strange words?
Was it something he thought he had heard?
He just found those words great
Like Romans eight-twenty-eight.
“Everything works out for the best.”

“Everything works out for the best.”
He often put these words to the test.
He believed they were true
And he’d pass them to you.
“Everything works out for the best.”

His life was taken too soon
On that February afternoon.
But his worlds echoed loud
To that large funeral crowd.
“Everything works out for the best.”

His words are still with me today.
They come to my mind when I pray.
My faith has be led
By these words that he said.
“Everything works out for the best.”

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