David was a man of...
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David was a man of faith and he was able to lament his friend's death without bitterness.
There was once a great Scottish tenor who was found to have a malignancy on his tongue. Nothing could be done but to remove his tongue completely. This would of course mean an end to his singing career and he wouldn't even be able to speak.
The day of the surgery arrived and on the operating table as they were about to administer the anesthesia the surgeon asked if there was anything he would like to say before they operated and he could speak no more.
Without hesitation he sat up and began to sing that old hymn: "There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel's veins; and sinners plunged beneath the flood lose all their guilty stains." He sang each verse unaccompanied until there was not a dry eye in the operating room. Then on the final verse he moved to a higher key and sang, "Then in a nobler sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save, when this poor lisping stammering tongue lies silent in the grave."
You see, the tongue dies, but not the soul. Grieve, but do not despair.
-- Piazza
There was once a great Scottish tenor who was found to have a malignancy on his tongue. Nothing could be done but to remove his tongue completely. This would of course mean an end to his singing career and he wouldn't even be able to speak.
The day of the surgery arrived and on the operating table as they were about to administer the anesthesia the surgeon asked if there was anything he would like to say before they operated and he could speak no more.
Without hesitation he sat up and began to sing that old hymn: "There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel's veins; and sinners plunged beneath the flood lose all their guilty stains." He sang each verse unaccompanied until there was not a dry eye in the operating room. Then on the final verse he moved to a higher key and sang, "Then in a nobler sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save, when this poor lisping stammering tongue lies silent in the grave."
You see, the tongue dies, but not the soul. Grieve, but do not despair.
-- Piazza
