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Their Savior and Their Friend
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Their Savior and Their Friend |
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Lucie Senior Member
since 1999-06-20
Posts 1077Houston 
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In a dark and dismal alley where the sunshine never came. Dwelt a little lad named Tommy sickly, delicate and lame. He had never been healthy, but had lain since he was born. Dragging out his weak existense well nigh helpless and forlorn. He was six was little Tommy it was just five years ago. Since his drunken mother dropped him and the babe was crippled so. Tommy lay within the cellar from the morning till the night Starved, neglected, cursed, ill treated naught to make his dull life bright. Not a single friend to love him not a single thing to love. For he knew not of the Savior or a heaven up above. It was a quiet summer evening and the alley to was still. Tommy's little heart was pounding he felt so lonely.. till. Floating up the quiet alley wafting inward from the street. Came the sound of someone singing sounding oh so clear and sweet. Eagerly did Tommy listen as the singer nearer came. Oh that he could see the singer how he wished he were not lame. Then he called and shouted loudly until the singer heard the sound. And on whence it issued soon the little cripple found. It was a maiden rough and ragged her appearance far from neat. "So you called me" said the maiden "Wonder what you want from me." "Most folks call me singing Jessie, what might your name chance to be?" "My name's Tommy, I'm a cripple and I want to hear you sing." And she sang to him of Jesus Pearly gates and streets of gold. Where happy angel children aren't starved and nipped with cold. But where happiness and gladness shall increase and never end. And where kind and loving Jesus is their Savior and their friend. Eagerly did Tommy listen as he drank in every word. As it fell from singing Jessie was it true what he had heard? And anxiously he asked her "is there really such a place?" And a tear began to trickle down his pallid little face. Tommy, your a little heathen, who's that beyond the sky? And if you love your Savior you will go there when you die. Then said Tommy, "tell me Jessie how can I the Savior love, when I am in this cellar and he is in heaven above? Then the ragged little maiden who had learned at Sunday school, all about the way to heaven and the Christian's Golden Rule. Taught little cripple Tommy how to love and how to pray. Sang to him a song of Jesus kissed his cheeks and went away. Tommy lay within the cellar which had grown so damp and cold. Thinking all about the children in the streets of shining gold. He had only heard of Jesus through that ragged singing maid. He might well have wondered till the night began to fade. But took it as she told it and believed it then and there. Simply trusting in the Savior and his tender loving care. Jessie told me Jesus listened so I think I'll try and pray. I hope you can forgive the past I didn't know before today. Then he put his hands together and he closed his little eyes. And in accent weak yet earnest sent this message to the skies. "Gentle Jesus please forgive me as I never knew before, that you cared for little children who were weak and very poor." "And I never heard of Jesus till that Jessie came today and she told me all about it so I think I'll try and pray." "You can hear me can't you Jesus? Jessie told me that you could." And I somehow believe it so I think I'll try and pray." She told me if I loved you I would go there when I die. In that bright and heavenly mansion that is just beyond the sky. Lord I'm only just a cripple and I'm no use here below. Oft' times my mother whispered she'd be glad if I would go. Sometimes I'm cold and hungry and oh so lonely too. Come and fetch me gently Jesus up to heaven along with you. I would be so good and patient I would never cry or fret. And your kindness to me Jesus I'm sure I would not forget. I would love you all I know of I would never make a noise. Can't you find me just a corner where I'd watch the other boys? Oh I long to see you Jesus and I do so want to go. Tommy ceased his supplication he had told his hearts desire And he waited for the answer until his brain began to tire. And he lay there in the cellar all huddled in a heap. Closed his little eyes and went quickly fast asleep. Oh I wish that every scoffer could have seen his childish face. As he lay there in the cellar in that damp and noiseless place. His countenance was shining like an angel fair and bright. And it seemed to fill the cellar with a holy heavenly light. In the morning when the mother came to wake her crippled boy. She discovered that his features wore a look of peace and joy. But she shook him somewhat roughly but the cripple's face was cold. He had gone to join the children in the streets of shining gold. Tommy's prayer had been answered and the angel of death had come. To remove him from the cellar to a bright and heavenly home. Where peace, joy and comfort shall increase and never end. And where kind and loving Jesus Is their Savior and their friend. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Wow! What more is there to say? A truly inspirational poem! Perfect! I'm so impressed!!!! |
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Lucie Senior Member
since 1999-06-20
Posts 1077Houston |
THANK YOU SO MUCH.. IT WAS ONE I WROTE A LONG TIME AGO.. THANKS FOR READING AND APPRECIATING IT.. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
How much more beautiful can a poem be? A wonderful story created in a smooth, flowing and rhythmic manner. You must be very proud of this one. I would be. Thank you for sharing it. |
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Sally S. Senior Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 847Ohio |
Absolutely beautiful! A truly wonderful piece.  |
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sea_of_okc Senior Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 568Oklahoma City, OK, USA |
Lucie, this poem touched my heart. Very inspirational, thank you for sharing it. |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
well done...i normally don't make it through long pieces, but this one was gripping ------------------ one night at the airport...Childhood Memories...eight short weeks...your countenance...just watching tv...hoarse whispers...My One and Only...Tribute to M.J....Feel the need?...serving wench...the mistress...stolen hours...devotion...Master...apart |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Lucie, I don't know if you attend church, it's none of my business, but every Sunday School should have this posted on their bulletin boards. I thoroughly enjoyed your work. Thank you for sharing. ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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