Father Bob

In Chicago, by the early 70’s, many great churches had taken flight
Off to suburbia they went, seeking refuge from crime and blight

In the late 60’s, one man answered the call to win the lost to Christ
He moved his family to Chicago, willing to pay whatever the price

While the windy city slept, he went out to talk to the people of the night
In this metropolis by the lake, drugs and gangs were winning the fight

While the windy city slept, he searched for the addicted in dim lights
In this asphalt jungle, he told them that Christ could raise them to new heights

While the windy city slept, he prayed that God would improve their plight
In this city of the magnificent mile, he believed that God would make things right

In Chicago, as their world of addiction ruled and ripped them apart
He sat with them; He cared for them; And they called him Father Bob

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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It’s no big secret that sometimes angels are born in the form of humans..Father Bob was indeed one of them!


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