Jesus Is the Answer

Jeff Born to reverend Stevens On a cool Monday morning It drizzled a little bit Very beautiful weather Jeff was the finest of all babies In my neighborhood Jeff was an example Example of good Christian character Until he became plagued Plagued with the prodigal son syndrome Jeff became sorrow to the mother A disgrace to his family The father was grief stricken Jeff had abandoned the ways of the Lord Jeff was on the highway to hell Enjoyed the company of prostitutes Even the bottles feared him He was an alien at home Jeff was uncontrollable Very wild Reverend Stevens prayed Midnight prayers Often tossed and turned while sleeping Reverend Stevens often found Seated in the front porch of his house Staring into space Its sorrow speaking voice of a broken heart Jeff’s mother prayed And often wept quietly The musings of grief The solemn prayer of a mother She was in agony Like Virgin Mary On the day Christ was crucified Poor humans We can only pray But we can’t determine when the answer will come Just like Saul on the way to Damascus Jeff was as usual on his way Again to a prostitute very drunk The still small voice called out to Him Jeff! Jeff! Jeff Perplexed by the audibility of the voice Jeff sobered up He shouted who is it? All of a sudden the urge for the strange woman became strange even the bottles died. He turned and went home That night Jeff wept Just like a baby He realized it was an encounter with Jesus The answer to the prayers of The Reverend and Mrs. Years had passed But they were grateful Every one noticed the change in Jeff The reverend, mother and neighborhood Jesus truly saves He is the way the truth and the life. Forever faithful. Praise be to God.