David Hall Poet I do not know?

In God We Trust

While on my way to Church one Sunday morning
Along the road I saw a car broke down
I stopped to see if I could help  the driver
And he said I sure could use a ride to town

While riding into town just making small  talk
He saw my Bible laying on the seat
He said that's one book there I don't believe in
Then he said these frightening words to me

I really don't believe in God or Heaven
And I don't think there really is a Hell
Then I said you need to listen to this story
This old country boys about to tell

Every time you reach into your pocket
And you pull out a bill to pay the man
You need to read what's printed on that dollar
Cause the words In God we Trust are in your hand

Then I reached downed on the seat and got my Bible
And I held it out and put it in his hand
I said my Mother gave this book to me some time ago
Then she said son, someday give to a friend

Then we rode off into town and not a single word was said
I dropped him off, I shook his hand, he just nodded his head
Then I went on to Church and as I heard those Church bells sound
I knew someday, somehow, someway this lost soul would be found

Then the days turned into weeks and the months turned into years
And his path and mine would never cross again
Then just the other evening, a knock came at my door
There a young man stood with a Bible in his hand

He said, sir you don't know  me
But you once knew my Dad
And this Bible I am holding
Is the one that you once had

He said about twenty years age
His car broke down
And you picked him up along the road
And drove him into town

He said you held this Bible out
And put it in his hand
He said you said some words to him
He said you called him friend

This morning, I've lost track of  time
I guess about six or seven
My father looked at me and smiled
Then the Lord took him to heaven

But the other day, he said son
The day that my life ends
Take this book home where it belongs
And give to my friend

When he handed me the Bible
Not a single word he'd say
I shook his hand, he smiled at me
Then he turned  and walked away

When I opened up the Bible
It was then I'd understand
Cause he had written on the cover
In God we Trust is in our hands

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Brent Cloyd December 26, 2011 at 10:40 AM I like this very much. What a marvelousword about the power of the word and the power of our witness.