This is a poem from one of the folks who frequent Anawim:
Psalm 126:5,6
Lord, give me tears to weep for those who don’t know they should be weeping,
Grant to me wakeful hours to pray for those now in danger, sleeping.
Hasten my feet to share Good News; it seems I am only creeping.
I’ll thrust in the sickle, garner grain, Your precious harvest reaping;
Throw out the lifeline, rescue souls into outer darkness sweeping.
I’ll launch Your life-boat, take them in, deliver to Your safe-keeping!
-- Roberta N. Tuthill, Copyright 4/5/2008 11 pm
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