Deathbed Prayer
Deathbed Prayer
I asked my pastor to pray
At the deathbed of my uncle
With my aunt and me
He shuffled his feet and
Looked away in an awkward
And most uncomfortable way
I, too, was uneasy
But not for the same reasons
My tears flowed freely
As my heart was breaking
He bowed his head
And said a quick prayer
Why would he be
Awkward with me
Or with God
I wondered then
Now I understand
He was a Preacher
But not a Pastor
~ Judy Bausch
Copyright © Judy Bausch | Year Posted 2024
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