R.I.P. Michael Spencer

And I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.” “Blessed indeed,” says the Spirit, “that they may rest from their labors, for their deeds follow them!”

I am the resurrection and the life, says the Lord Jesus.  Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die.

Man who is born of a woman is few of days and full of trouble.
He comes up like a flower and withers; he flees like a shadow and continues not.
In the midst of life we are in death;
Whom may we seek as our helper, but you, Lord,
Who for our sins are justly displeased.
Holy God, holy and mighty, holy and merciful Savior,
Deliver us not to bitter pains of eternal death.
You know, Lord, the secrets of our hearts; do not close
your merciful ears to our prayer; but spare us, most holy
Lord, most mighty God, holy and merciful Savior, most
worthy eternal Judge; do not allow us, at our last hour,
for any pains of eternal death, to fall from you.
Godspeed to this man whom I feel that I know, though we never met.