Somebody Prayed

The following poem was written by Louise Walker. In it's few lines you can find condensed the life story of a foreign missionary. You see the years of struggle, pain, and hardship, but you also see that there were times of victory, too. You sense the the intense joy and excitement as, "thirsty souls drank at the life giving fountain." And finally, at the end of this incredible journey, the crowning day is in sight. No thought of self when the, "well done" is given, but simply, "Thanks to thy grace, Lord, somebody prayed." SOMEBODY PRAYED Somebody prayed and my burden was lighter. Somebody prayed and my path became clear Clouds rolled away and the sunshine was brighter, Jesus, my wonderful Saviour was there. Prayer hands outstretched over ocean and mountain Helped me press onward when I was afraid. Thirsty souls drank at the life giving fountain Somebody, somewhere, had earnestly prayed. Faith flickered low in my pain tortured body Jesus, the mighty physician was there. Healing me, bringing me joy in His presence, Answering somebody's unfailing prayer. Gems for the Master afar I may gather, Trophies at last at His feet may be laid. Well done, He will say, but methinks I will answer, Thanks to thy grace, Lord, somebody prayed. ------ Louise Walker
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The following poem was written by Louise Walker. In it's few lines you can find condensed the life story of a foreign missionary. You see the years of struggle, pain, and hardship, but you also see that there were times of victory, too. You sense the the intense joy and excitement as, "thirsty souls drank at the life giving fountain." And finally, at the end of this incredible journey, the crowning day is in sight. No thought of self when the, "well done" is given, but simply, "Thanks to thy grace, Lord, somebody prayed."

SOMEBODY PRAYED

Somebody prayed and my burden was lighter.
Somebody prayed and my path became clear
Clouds rolled away and the sunshine was brighter,
Jesus, my wonderful Saviour was there.

Prayer hands outstretched over ocean and mountain
Helped me press onward when I was afraid.
Thirsty souls drank at the life giving fountain
Somebody, somewhere, had earnestly prayed.

Faith flickered low in my pain tortured body
Jesus, the mighty physician was there.
Healing me, bringing me joy in His presence,
Answering somebody's unfailing prayer.

Gems for the Master afar I may gather,
Trophies at last at His feet may be laid.
Well done, He will say, but methinks I will answer,
Thanks to thy grace, Lord, somebody prayed.

------ Louise Walker

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