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Did you ever have real good thoughts?
Where you're not stressed or distraught?
Well thinking about our Savior, I was feeling rather good,
When I was interrupted by a long ago friend that lived in the hood.

It was my friend Marty, a real winner and doper.
This was a disturbing call, interrupted, taking time from my Father.
But, I realized this is the way it's supposed to be,
Someone, from the past, gone astray finally called me.

You see the last time I saw him, he was in emergency,
Near death, from an overdose, waiting on the hospital gurney.
He said in a quivering voice, "Bob, come and get me please'"
"Where are you Marty, and why now after all this time are you calling me?"

"I'm on the streets and I have no one to turn to,
And an inner voice told me to call and apologize, so I called you."
Remembering while he talked, a long time ago, as he spoke,
When he stole a family heirloom, because he needed the dope.

"Marty, it's been so long, and what you did hurt,
I should hang up on you and make you eat dirt,"
"Bob"" he said desperately, I'm clean man, ever since the hospital,
and you just don't know how I desperately wanted to call."

I'm so sorry and I'm fighting the urge to return to the dope and the streets,
But, that little voice, told me a while ago, to trust God and I'd see."

So this caught my breath, he never talked at any time about God.
So I interrupted him and it was my turn to talk, my turn now.
I knew right then that God wanted me to forgive, and help him somehow,
So that night I picked up my friend Marty, and brought him to the house.

Since that day he hasn't even been close to an aspirin,
And going through a halfway house, detox, wasn't in him.
Forgiving is divine, it's a very good feeling,
And the Lord's blessing to me, I was thankful I could cease his pleadings.

So now he's in a assisted living place, and doing right by himself,
He's happy, and studying to be a minister, to help somebody else.
Oh by the way, the night I picked him up off that dark street,
He had with him some clothes in a knapsack, and a Bible, and good shoes on his 
feet.

Ever since he told me this, "That night I stole from you I'll always will regret.
So my voice, the one you always told me I had, came at sunset."
You're my true friend, and you have turned me to Godly ways,
This is the only way I know, to listen to that voice always, and please God, and this 
is how I will repay.

That's what happens when interrupted.
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