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Call of a Prayer Warrior |
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As I crossed the threshold of Heaven, A radiant Angel met me at the gate. He told me that before I could enter, I must take heed, and wait. He grasped me firmly by the hand, And led me into a room. I never saw such deep sadness, I never saw such gloom. °°°°°°° There before me, an elderly woman stood, With a tiny cup in her little hand, She hadn't any money, And had lost her husband, her home, and her land. °°°°°°° A man was sitting in a corner, A blank expression upon his face, His children had abandoned him, And the loneliness, was more than he could take. °°°°°°° A child with cuts and bruises, Was crying, clutching a ragged old teddy bear, Beaten by a drunken father, Who didn't know any more, how to care. °°°°°°° A young woman with a baby, Was sobbing silently, Deserted by a husband, Who needed drugs to fill his needs. °°°°°°° A man was rocking back and forth, His mind in deep despair, Blaming himself, for things he'd done, Memories, too painful, to bear. °°°°°°° A prisoner sitting in a lonely cell, No calls, no word from home, Never had he felt so forsaken, Never, so all alone. °°°°°°° The Angel led me back to the gate, And with a knowing smile, Said, "Are you really all that tired?" "Or, do you think you can walk an extra mile?" °°°°°°° I turned, and walked away from him, My heart just would not let me stay. I knew there were many others, just like these, Who needed me, to stand, and pray. © 1999 Sandra Lewis Pringle "Dedicated to all Prayer Warriors, Everywhere." |
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