
Dark Horse 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
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 headed for his home
He’s the biggest man I know. His name is Ron Ritchie, and like the song says, he’s headed for his home. It looks to be a matter of days. He has refused treatment and is resting under hospice care at home, waiting for that sweet chariot to come for to carry him home. It’s just that, when that chariot does get here, he won’t be getting in it; he’ll be hitched up to it. And why not? He’s the dark horse, after all and he’ll know where to go.













