Interruption'

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.