Laying of Hands

Walking the parking lot after Sunday night service. Joyful of a brand new moment, Life in the palm of her heart, Breathing an entire woman inward. Worries in the distance gone. Than past approached her, Into the four, Strucked by , Times of trouble And wandering off. Everyone's girl, Life of the party. Awakening in strange encounters of the next day. Gripping firm her bible book, Praying tears to pull from the slumber elapsed nightmare. He of one, Chuckling inhuman, "Get in the car, we'll tell you when it's over!" Little hand grew strength of fist, Sudden founded his nose, Laid out cold, Kissing concrete. Other three puzzled fear, Ran, And drove for the escape. Satan at the Glory Throne, Witnessing false, "Volations!" "Sin indeed!" "Now what are you going to do with her?" Almighty vision down smiling, "Now my daughter living the Word," "Gone Pentecoastal" "Laying of Hands" "Drove the devil right out of that young man," "Because I see you standing before Me." P.S. Faith is an amazing thing-