Hand On Your Heart, Please…
Good morning beautiful people, good morning. It’s Saturday and I usually take a day off from writing, sleep in a bit, but today was different. I find such pleasure in writing my daily prayers. I have a lot of papers, way too many papers. I am always sorting papers. This morning in my sorting time, I found a writing that my sister Jen wrote that was published in her local newspaper. Somehow this rather small clipping, resurfaced. Jen went to heaven years ago now and I can honestly say this woman shared everything she had. She was born with a rare bone disease. Her heart was huge, and I share more about her in my book Secret Shame.
Her heart came alive to me this morning once again as I read her poem and I wanted to share it with all of you.
Folks Of The Street... Jeannette Hafford
His hair has not seen a comb this morning… His coat is ragged and worn…
His eyes are bleary from lack of sleep… That coat won’t keep him warm.
But…
Keep on walking, turn your head, and don’t even look his way.
Look the other way and you will see her!
Her hair has lost its lustre… It’s no longer styled with care…
Look into her face, and see the hurt and pain…
It’s clearly written everywhere. Now only outcasts, that is their fate…
But we can reach out and help them. It might not be too late.
If we give them a warm bed to sleep in, and some good food to eat.
But don’t let that just be all for those on the street…
For they were some mothers’ babies… They were some parents’ son…
Once they listened to the songs that she sung.
Some mother rocked them, her babies, to sleep.
She never dreamed they’d be folks of the street!
Let’s Pray:
Father, thank you for another beautiful day. Father, lead us today to that someone that their light is growing dim. Shine down on us today, oh God. Ignite the lamp in that heart today that is losing hope. Send someone their way, we pray, send us.
Father, thank you for strategies on how to meet the needs of your people. Shine down on us today, oh God, shine down on us, we pray. Highlight the people oh God, that one that is losing hope.
Father, you are over the government, and we look to you for answers to these complex issues. Send us the answer, we pray. Amen.
Have a beautiful day God’s most beautiful people. Bless someone today, because you can.
A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. (Isaiah 42:3)
Someday that bruised reed or smoldering wick may just be you.
