Early this morning, the birds sang a song
Joy fills their hearts, yet I sense something wrong
Blessed is the melody, simple and pure
Waves of peace overtake me, as a cure
A secret friend I discovered in trouble
Aching to get out from under the ruble
Claims were sincere, the desire is clear
Wants to reconcile with his wife dear
As I sat in awe, I heard his story
I shared carefully, just for God’ glory
I’m an earthen vessel, used by God
Wherever I’m planted, I can grow like sod
I prayed and I cried, my heart strings to pop
I feared for his life, he was on top
Boldly I traveled the length of the hall
I placed a tract, safely, not to get mauled
Under his door, I slid it with care
Fearful was I, so I said a prayer
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