A story once heard
Proverbs 16:3
Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established.
Who knows why I was there
In that lunch-time.
Was it raining?
Did no one have a ball?
Was I hiding from someone?
Who on earth knows?
But I was there
In a school room
Listening to a story of a man
Who put Jesus first.
More precious He was than fame.
No higher purpose than His service.
No gift greater than His love.
A story once heard
Now repeated,
Again taking root,
And new life carried me
To that moment the angels cheer.
Where is she now the story teller?
She faded from these early years
But still strong in my soulscape.
So much there to mourn,
Yet that moment glows,
The touch that still leads on.
Thank you for brief but deep encounters.
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