Mark Hernandez

The Lord has called brother hernandez home. We are all Passengers on this journey. The Lord is the bus driver and the Lord decides when we have reached our stop. Brother hernandez I hardly knew you. But you were a pleasant passenger. We make our journey through life navigating through pockets of evil and tyranny. Brother hernandez you were the fire extinguisher of life, extinguishing the flames of evil with your decency and good naturedness

Carry on, wayward son.
There will be peace when you are done.
lay you weary head to rest.
Dont you cry no more.