Folks Like You
When the curtain of evening closes the day
Remembrance of blessings come as we pray.
The blessings of solitude, grief and pain
Persist as power of wind-driven rain.
We recall good deeds of Folks Like You
Distilled from heav’n as morning dew.
Gratitude swells our heart; as we
Kneel
We feel his power beginning to heal.
Thru cards and calls, meals and prayers
You lift our burdens, share our cares;
You embrace His word, work on cue;
Blessings come thru Folks Like You.Copyright © Lydia W. Wardell November 1996
There are dark times in our lives. Times that, like nights, depress and fill us with anxiety. If we listen carefully in those moments, we are prompted by the Spirit to seek out in friendship or help, a friend whose need we know not of. It is, at seasons like these in our lives that we can become willing hands of the Master, Jesus Christ, in loving and doing as he would for his 'lambs' here on Earth.
It was one of those nights in my life when, depressed and filled with pain, that so many wonderful friends sent flowers, cards, and came with warm meals that nurtured my heart and soul as well as my weak and traumatized body. The preceding poem I wrote in those not-so-bright-days a few weeks before Thanksgiving 1996. My surgery was Nov 8, 1996.
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