Thursday, April 14, 2005

Reality unseen

Could you pray for me?
He said as he walked into the office.
I need a friend . . . I feel so lost and alone. I'm unsure and afraid.
Could you pray for me?

Could you stand by me?
He said as he walked through the door.
I need a companion. I've lost my way and my feet are slipping.
Could you stand by me?

Could you talk with me?
He said as he came into the room.
I need someone to understand me, to hear my side of the story.
Could you talk with me?


And yet once again I stretched out My hands,
I stepped into his shoes,
and through his ears I heard.
Yet once again I used this humble pastor as My instrument to comfort a man's troubled soul.

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