I am the one who just walked by you
But you didn’t notice me.
Laughing and joking with your friends,
Pretending to be free.
I am the one who was behind you
At the local grocery store,
Buying things in abundance and greed,
Never thinking of the poor.
I am the one who was on the corner
Handing out the tracks.
You tossed yours in the waste basket
And never once looked back.
I am the one who found you
On the cold, hard bathroom floor.
After a mix of “who knows what”,
You’d fallen against the door.
I’m the one who made the call
For help to come immediately.
For you to have another chance for salvation,
To God I made my plea.
I am the one God placed in your life
And I’ve seen you at random times.
I’ve often wondered “why me, God?
Their life is different than mine.”
You see, I am the one that God has chosen,
Though I am mortal man,
To trust enough to pray for you,
Because SALVATION is HIS plan.
These were the hands that rocked me gently
And kept me safe from harm
They gently guided me through life
And sheltered me in the storm
They worked for years to carry the weight
Of what should have been carried by two
They didn’t question the road they went down
They just did what they had to do
They guided my steps through a narrow path
They taught me the way I should go
And left them for me to sow
I learned John 3:16 before I could read
And to treat others with kindness and care
I knew if I had something you needed
It was left up to me to share
These hands weren’t created for idle work
They were created to show me the way
Though I never knew when these hands grew
They’d wave goodbye someday
As they folded in prayer at an old kitchen chair
Streaks of tears stained a table
For the promise of God was impressed in her heart
And with Him she knew she was able
Written on May 9th, 2012 for Diania’s Mom, whom went to Heaven on May 14th. “Momma” heard the poem and was very pleased. Diania is looking forward to seeing her Mom again, someday. Praise the Lord!
When a mother starts praying
You better step aside
Heaven’s gates will open and
Angels will sing inside
There’s no greater power
Than a mother on her knees
God sees her tears
He will answer her pleas
A child in need of prayer
Is God’s biggest concern
And offering up a prayer
Should be the first lesson we learn
It’s not His desire
To turn us away
He says seek me early
You’ll find me when you pray
A troubled child
Who has gone astray
Will find His way back
And thank you someday
A sick child waiting
For a miracle healing
Will covet your prayers through
The path they’ve been living
What other power
Do you hold in your hands
Anything short of prayer
Simply won’t stand
So fall on your knees
For the sake of your child
Your greatest reward
Will be their smile
You’re holding a gift
Clasped tight in your hand
God gave it to you
Now follow His plan