Preacher Man
Preacher man
A month has passed and I still
Have the gift for the needy to fulfill
I prayed every moment of the day
For His voice to convey
Early for work I stopped for tea
There sat a man across from me
His skin was blue breathing was shallow
A dad whose life hangs in the gallows
A frantic son, a dying father, and me
Mercy rose “How much do you need?”
Twenty- five dollars the son replied
Who are you? Jesus sent me to apply
His mercy toward those He has chosen
Your season in the wilderness is unfrozen
Today deliverance unlocks all your doors
Return home clean house and sweep the floors
Handing them the money a smile hit my face
A month later, He called me to meet at his place
Opening the door stood a healthy man who shined
Dressed in fine clothes acting so refined
Do I know you sir? I asked “Yes” you do
I am the man from the coffee shop who was blue
The church across the street is my parish anew
I got lost and was restored because of you
This is a true story from my life
Always see another’s needs
You never know where
Your journey will lead
Carole Cookie Arnold
2011
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