DELIVERED & PROMOTED

 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

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