Poetry

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See their faces, know their lives.
They have graces where they thrive.
Hear their hopes and their dreams,
how they've coped in life's streams.

All are different, all the same.
Say with reverence, each their name.
With each one there's a story,
where the Son might show His glory.

If we listen to what they say
as tears glisten we might pray.
We would know what to pray for.
Hope would glow for what's in store.

Two tools are all that's needed.
Even fools gain if they've heeded.
Use an ear with a heart.
The Spirit's near, He will start.

Every soul has a potential.
What sin stole's inconsequential.
Where sin abounds, all the more Grace.
The Lord has found with every face.

© 10-13-2010

Note: This came about after catching a photo display of the miners trapped in the San Jose Mine in Chile. There were short discriptions of who the men were with their marital status, how long they had been miners along with their hobbies and interests. I found myself weeping upon realization that these were real men. Then I thought about how the Lord looked at them as being possible to be saved, not only physically but also spiritually.

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