TITLE: Dial A Prayer
By linda corbett
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The room was cold and silent there as I unpacked my things
The walls were bare of memories a normal lifestyle brings.
Just yesterday, it seems to me, I had a perfect life
Two kids, a little cottage, a faithful, loving wife.
A glance in the mirror reminds me those things are a lifetime away
I am old and lonely, sick and tired of finding new places to stay
Every day there is a new town; more strangers to meet
I dread the dawning of each day, the bitter taste of defeat.
On the night stand thereís a bottle waiting for me to crawl in
It beckons to me often, promising to disinfect my sin.
I know that itís a liar, it cost me all that I held dear
Right now itís my only friend and weíll get through one more year.
Oh, Lord, if you can hear me, repair this life I live
You can have my broken heart; it is all I have to give
I heard a voice inside my heart saying, ďson, pick up that phone
You arenít strong enough yet to do this on your own.
On the phone there was a number for dial a prayer,
The voice said please donít hang up someone will soon be there
I answered the door to burly bikers, a dozen maybe two.
God said you called his name; we should come and be with you.
Letís start by getting you out of this dark and dreary place
Get you fed and comfortable, then weíll see what we must face.
They took me to someoneís home and we talked most of the night
I was greeted the next morning by a strange but beautiful sight
We had been joined by dozens more setting up the bar- b Ėque
All day long I met folks that had once had my problem too
They never criticized me but each added to my strength
Some just said welcome, sometimes we talked at length.
Late in the afternoon a group came to sit down and chat awhile
Let me know they were there for me and were glad to se me smile.
Shaking from head to toe and resisting Godís loving voice
I asked them to lead me to the Lord, show me another choice.
That day is ancient history but I relive it every day
The memory gives me strength to help others the same way
I look back in awe at all they did and did not do.
If they had pushed me to pray, I would not be here with you.
Instead, they let the Lord lead, and helped guide me home
And tonight it is my turn to listen for that phone
To say please donít hang up, some one is on the way
And maybe, we can help save another soul today
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