Thursday, August 25, 2011

Two Decades Inside

He came in alert,
Eyes avoiding mine.
Rail thin, shaved head
And deep scars.
“Hi there, I'm David”
I hoped I sounded real.
“Roger,” he mumbled,
Darting a look.
“Roger's been inside
For twenty years or so,”
Explained his friend.
I hoped he wasn't looking,
My feelings were visible.
We prayed and asked God
To guide and give grace.
Bibles were opened and
The study began.
The topic eludes but his
Heart was pierced.
Silently at first, streams of tears
Then sobs shook him deeply
We closed in prayer,
We shook firmly.
“I'll be back. This was good.”
God was at work,
It wasn't me.

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