A hand kept me from bleeding to death
The hand on top of my head.
The tender touch but firm on my wound
Otherwise I would be dead!
Subconsciously I could hear your prayer,
That considered my demise,
A fervent prayer for my soul’s welfare,
So it was no real surprise.
When I woke up here and recognized
Your voice from that prayer below.
Though still subconscious I said, “Yes,” to Christ
And salvation I came to know!
I lived down there long enough to write
A thank you to my friends. (*)
In heaven now we meet with awe
In a friendship that never ends!
(*) A note in a local Ohio paper that we anticipated,
watched for, and soon found. We were in route to California.
A short statement thanking “the unknown friends” that saved her.
The three other occupants in the car were dead when we arrived
on the scene.
(Why did I write this ‘from heaven’? Maybe is just my natural longing,
the older I grow, more surely I know that I am just passing through!
Or maybe it is so close I feel, like, I am almost there.)
Sam Cox 07.14.03