Thank You Lord
For years I bore the burden for one lost soul,
That should the rapture come she'd not remain.
Inspiring her to seek God's face was my only goal,
That there was a Hell to shun and Heaven to gain.
She's Earthy and one for whom I grew to care,
A simple blue jeans and tee shirt kind of gal;
And if I could see into her heart I'd surely stare,
She's a woman that o'er the years became my pal.
She's grown so much from our first meeting day,
This growth recall prompts my smile to show.
For she now knows that Jesus is the only way,
From my hearts fullness come the tears that flow.
There is no feeling more gratifying or responsibility greater,
than the burden God gives you for the soul of another;
Shirlene, I hardly knew you when God placed you on my heart.
What a blessed day that turned out to be.
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