Lord Jesus as I am watching those
Spikes enter you flesh
Then they lift and drop that cross!
Your limp arms as they stretch—
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To near tearing hands from the spikes
Fresh the blood that flows
From those hands that healed the sick!
Rare is that blood it shows!
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In multiplying the loaves and the fish
To feed the five-thousand men,
In touching, giving new life to those
Sick! Lame to walk again!
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In touching, giving life to me! Through
Sicknesses and from death,
Leading patrol in World War II,
Thank Him for every breath!
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At a hundred-thirty lbs., skin and bones,
Wrestling those Island trails
Living on bullion and water for 6 months,
Half a year without fail.
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Death all around us, squad down to four
Many more, many times in that fray,
Squad leader and I near only ones left,
Was it because I prayed?
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Sure that!
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Along with dear Mother’s prayers
For a son in combat zone.
Have mercy, protection, her earnest prayers,
For recklessness he is prone!
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God answered prayers along with my promise
To serve Him, preaching His Word!
Upon separation this I did!
Through ten Churches, Word was heard!
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Methodist then Evangelical Methodist.
Starting in Iowa then cross country
Finally California
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Sam, the circuit rider 01.13.12
