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Alone he sits in an old brown house
Gray and bleak
His weak eyes stream
And shrink
At a sharp pain in his heart
He doesn’t want to go to ‘that’ place
But in between the aches and fears
There is a space
For the One who died on the cross.
1 loved him so I prayed for him
Jesus came to stay.
He wondered how
The Lord could save
A soul as his.
But now.
In his blessed heart,
Christ lives!
Bonnie Bamberry,
Belleville, Ontario