You're asking, "who was Tracy?", is a valid question, since I lured you here.Tracy was a friend of
mine. The Holy Spirit laid Her on my heart, that is, to bring Her to Jesus. I tried to convince Her to come to
Church with my family. She would always say that she would come but wouldn't make it. Her usual good bye
was "pray for me". This went on for about a year when it happened, cocaine overdose. Tracy laid in the ICU in a coma,
brain dead. Her Mother just said "She's gone". Her eyes were wide open and you could tell Her soul was still alive.
We granted Her the good bye request I remembered so well. The three of us prayed for Her salvation. We didn't
know how deep Tracy was in Her addictions. It was a sad time in my Christian walk. Mom asked me to speak at
the funeral, this poem is the only thing the Holy Spirit had me to say. There were scores of druggies there
including me but I had stopped. To say the least, the poem ministered to all in attendance. Her death surely saved
a lot of lives.I know in some way that explains the tragedy. Her 33 years had been a short and colorful life. Let's help her story keep ministering. Copy this
document and distribute it to all the youth groups, treatment centers, School counselors or somebody that
you know is using drugs etc. Above all if the small still voice tells you to witness or minister to someone, do it!
It could be their last chance.
Please copy and distribute this document...
