Joey is a private investigator in East Tennessee. He has sang in many of the area churches, theater and witnessed the Lord’s Love, Mercy and Grace to all who have had the pleasure to hear his witness.

Come Spring
I stood in a lonely room of a mother old and gray
Her voice so weak she could hardly speak, I brushed a tear away.
She was watching the little snowflakes falling on the window pane
She breathed a sigh and then replied, I’ll be gone to be with Jesus
come spring.

Before the roses bloom, in my garden;
I’ll be gathering flowers in a better land
Before the fields are green, before the robin sings
I’ll be gone to be with Jesus come spring.

There’s a big gate standing open, a gentle voice calls me home;
soon I’ll be in God’s country in a garden of my own.
With my troubles all behind me and my body free from pain;
When the sun melts the snow and the warm winds blow,
I’ll be gone to be with Jesus, come spring.

Now the Roses have bloomed in her garden
And she’s gathering flowers in a better land;
She’s gone where angels sing, earth’s loss is Heaven’s gain.
But, we’ll meet when God gathers flowers, come spring.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing.”