Dry Ground

At times my witness to this young mother was sorely lacking, So many times I pondered, if in my heart, I might be slacking; My words fell, or so it seemed, beyond her range of hearing, And God, at times, allowed my heart to near a point of searing; For her, why had God chosen my heart to so encumber? This burden tendered me had power from morning light to slumber; Was it because my immediate thought was turning her away? That God chose to place her in my heart that meeting day; Because she worked for me I felt bound in just what I could say, For fear that something might be taken in an inappropriate way; So thoughts concerning her became burned beyond my forgetting, From the time she left our lives just like a sun at setting; My objective concerning her has not changed since early days, I wanted/want my life to be a witness to her in some small ways; I prayed/pray Dear Lord, use me no matter what the cost, Just keep Shirlene in a place in life, wherein she won't die lost;