His deep voice rode upon the wind.
He spoke of God and man who sinned.
He was dressed in jeans, his shirt was torn,
His hair was long, his shoes were worn.
“Jesus saves,” that’s what he said,
Some rolled their eyes, some shook their heads.
“Jesus died for me and you,”
Those who heard were but a few.
From his Bible he read aloud,
Hoping soon to draw a crowd.
“Hey, preacher man, can you explain
Why in this world there’s so much pain?”
This man spoke from a steely chair
And gave the speaker an angry stare.
“Where was God on that dusty road
With hidden mines anxious to explode?”
“I believed He heard my trembling prayer
But my world went black--He wasn’t there.
When I awoke my legs were gone.”
Now silence covered the courthouse lawn.
“It isn’t God that causes pain,
It’s sin and yielding to Satan’s game.
God WAS there with you, young man,
You must believe He has a plan.
“A plan? A plan? What could it be?
To live my life in misery?”
He shook his fist up towards the sky
And begged the Lord to let him die.
The man in denim drew a breath.
“Let God remove this living death,
It robs your heart and wounds your soul
Until you are no longer whole.”
The evangelist quoted Psalm 40 in part
Where David speaks boldly from his heart.
God lifted him from a pit of despair
God heard his cry, his pleading prayer.
Next to the wheelchair he now knelt
To voice what he knew this victim felt.
I once was dead inside like you
I felt forgotten, rejected too.
He eyes got misty, his voice it cracked
“Yes, my whole life then was out of whack.
Drugs and drink--they had control,
They ruled my days, they took my soul."
The curious listeners gathered close--
“One day I took an overdose,
Passed out, face covered with alley scum;
God called me child, most called me bum."
"A guardian angel came that day,
To pick me up, show me the way.
It took some time, not an instant fix,
But miracles happen with God in the mix."
Giving comfort to the wounded soldier,
He draped an arm around his shoulder.
"God’s voice is heard through His Spirit
Only in your stillness will you hear it."
The veteran studied the preacher’s face
And in his eyes he saw God’s grace.
He relinquished his anger then and there
The afternoon ended with thanks and prayer.
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