I
overheard a conversation
Of
someone sitting close to me
She was
asking for assistance
With
her troubled family
Sounding
somber and broken
Her
head dropped on her knees
Then
she sat straight as an arrow
Raised
her arms uttering these
My
Jesus, I sing your praise and glory
For
hearing my compassionate plea
The
moment I called out your name
My
heart filled with a calming ease
My
Jesus, this is a difficult hour
Evil
and darkness has surrounded me
I know
one thing is for certain
Your
light will break through and free
I
overheard a conversation
Then
glanced over to see one subdued
Though
only she seemed to be talking
There
was not one voice...there were two
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