In the days that followed, each noontime came this man. Each time he knelt just for a moment, a lunch pail in his hand. Well, the minister's suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear. He decided to stop the man and ask him, "Watcha' doin' here?"
The old man said that he worked down the road. Lunch was half an hour. Lunchtime was his prayer time, for finding strength and power. "I stay only moments, see, 'cause the factory's so far away; As I kneel here talking to the Lord, this is kinda' what I say:
The week that Jim was with them, brought changes in the ward. His smiles, a joy contagious, changed people.... his reward. The head nurse couldn't understand how Jim could be so glad when no flowers, calls or cards came, not a visitor he had.
The minister sat by his bed. He voiced the nurse's concern: 'No friends came to show they cared. He had nowhere to turn.' Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up and with a winsome smile; "The nurse is wrong, she couldn't know, that all the while Every day at noon, He's here, a dear friend of mine, you see. He sits right down, takes my hand, leans over and says to me:
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