The Wrong Funeral

Several years ago I had an opportunity To reach out to a grieving family with my gift of poetry I'd seen in the paper a lady had passed away I thought it was my friend's mother so I began to pray I asked the Lord what I could do and he answered me and said Go minister to the family of the lady who is dead I went to the funeral home but when I walked inside I'd never seen those people or the lady who had died I went and signed the guest book then an usher came to me I said I didn't see the person I came there to see He told me she would be there when the morning came So he pointed out her brother but I didn't know his name We talked for a few minutes about the peace on his mother's face After suffering so long she finally won the race He asked me if I could come back for the funeral the next day I told him I would be there and for him I would pray When they brought the casket in with the family behind I still didn't see my friend but it didn't cross my mind I sat through the service then followed to her resting place I walked up to my friend's brother and soon the color left my face He thanked me for coming then I said his sister I'd not seen When he pointed to this woman she was tall, blonde and lean Then suddenly it hit me the family I didn't know So I got in my car and drove as fast as I could go On the way back to my house I said Lord, what have I done That's when I heard him laughing and knew he was having fun He did stop laughing long enough at the end of the day And said you did what I asked you to and I led you all the way The moral of this story is make sure you know who died Then you won't have the urge to go and find a place to hide This is a true story of my most embarrassing moment!