Ernie Pinzon and Family

TO PHILIP FLORES
            By Ernie Pinzon
                  On his 65^th Birthday 


The acorn of yore
      Now a mighty oak
The acolyte of lore
      How his glory rank.  
At sixty five one muses
      how God fuses 
A man with grace in spite of stains
      To shape arrays of chieftains. 
His hair have grayed
      His walk a little bowed
But fire still rouses the man
      At his Master’s  command.  
God of heaven
      Gird his words with Inspiration
Lace his wit with merry leaven
      Till throngs are filled with heaven’s unction.  
Spirit of God
      Steady him through life’s sod
Bless Myrna, Ging, Joy, Jabez and the little ones
      Till we sit on our heavenly thrones.


Ernie, Fe, Esther, Eng, and Trina Pinzon