I walked a lonely street
I heard the church bells chime
I felt out of rhythm
I felt out of rhyme
Then all of a sudden
a purse thief ran by me!
He took my slender purse!
All my money for the week!
Then as I walked farther
by a puddle lying there
a semi rushed right thru it!
Water everywhere!
Then as I continued
walking up the way
a mugger came up to me
wanting me to pay!
I had zero money
as the thief had snatched my purse
I thought, this is horrible!
It couldn't get much worse!
But, my friends, it did.
The mugger was enraged!
That I had no money
thought to put me in the grave!
So he up and shot me!
Yes, I tell you true.
He shot me in the chest
so a crimson flower bloomed.
The people all around me
would not help a whit!
Didn't want to be involved
so I had to sit
With blood flowing everywhere!
Then a man he happened by.
He heard my desperation
and listened to my cries.
He had little money
but what little he had did give
that I could find a taxi.
That I at last could live!
I was so very grateful
for his help that day
I asked him his name
and told him I would pray.
For he was a homeless man
I'd seen him around.
Always bright and cheery
never with a frown
He said, "Pray not for me my sister,
for I am not in need.
You pray for the others
For their dishonesty and greed.
They need your prayers, my sister.
Yes, they surely do.
Not only will it help them out
It will comfort you.
I never saw the man again.
He came 'round no more.
He was never at his daily haunts
by the old church door.
I did as he suggested
It was release to pray
I believe he was an angel
and I found Love that day
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 27, 2014
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
I walked a lonely street
I heard the church bells chime
I felt out of rhythm
I felt out of rhyme
Then all of a sudden
a purse thief ran by me!
He took my slender purse!
All my money for the week!
Then as I walked farther
by a puddle lying there
a semi rushed right thru it!
Water everywhere!
Then as I continued
walking up the way
a mugger came up to me
wanting me to pay!
I had zero money
as the thief had snatched my purse
I thought, this is horrible!
It couldn't get much worse!
But, my friends, it did.
The mugger was enraged!
That I had no money
thought to put me in the grave!
So he up and shot me!
Yes, I tell you true.
He shot me in the chest
so a crimson flower bloomed.
The people all around me
would not help a whit!
Didn't want to be involved
so I had to sit
With blood flowing everywhere!
Then a man he happened by.
He heard my desperation
and listened to my cries.
He had little money
but what little he had did give
that I could find a taxi.
That I at last could live!
I was so very grateful
for his help that day
I asked him his name
and told him I would pray.
For he was a homeless man
I'd seen him around.
Always bright and cheery
never with a frown
He said, "Pray not for me my sister,
for I am not in need.
You pray for the others
For their dishonesty and greed.
They need your prayers, my sister.
Yes, they surely do.
Not only will it help them out
It will comfort you.
I never saw the man again.
He came 'round no more.
He was never at his daily haunts
by the old church door.
I did as he suggested
It was release to pray
I believe he was an angel
and I found Love that day
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 27, 2014
1 Corinthians 13
Also called The Love Chapter
I just read a poem by Weeping Willow
It inspired this
I really do pray for the people
Who hurt me. I get angry
At times and vent.
But generally I'm pretty happy.
I don't hold the
bitterness in my
HEART
