Ron Ritchie
August 19,1933 – July 3, 2020

by John Fischer
He’s a dark horse in the nighttime
Heading straight for the enemy camp
And he has no fear ‘cause his eye is clear
Throwing light like a burning lamp
And maybe sometime at the right time
You may see him galloping by
A simple man with a single plan
And the Spirit in his eye
He’s the one who no one thought could make it through
He’s the one who looks a lot like me and you
But he can hear it when the Spirit
Tells him where to go and what to say
‘Cause he knows that he can never be free
When he’s going his own way
(Chorus)
He will not deny the struggle in his heart
But he also knows the grace that is his part
And his secret is the Spirit
‘Cause he’s trusting nothing of his own
And he’s fixed his eyes on the highest prize
And he’s heading for his home
He’s a dark horse in the nighttime
Heading straight for the enemy camp
And he has no fear ‘cause his eye is clear
Throwing light like a burning lamp
And maybe sometime at the right time
You may see him galloping by
A simple man with a single plan
And the Spirit in his eye
Thank you, Ron, for giving so much to so many.