The Power Of Prayer

D Denis Martindale Denis Martindale
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The addict trembled, terrified, Death stared him in the face And that poor soul was mesmerised, Transfixed in that one place, No will to move, not left or right, With nowhere inbetween, A dreadful Twilight Zone in sight, The like he'd never seen... The addict gulped, held back his tears, As Death displayed its form, As Death's wings stretched behind his ears And he felt cold not warm... And then Death laughed with utmost glee, One victim on its mind, One victim from this life set free To leave this world behind... The addict prayed in Jesus name, For mercy, peace, joy, love And Death stood back, not quite the same, As God began to shove... The man still prayed, his eyes still closed, Regardless, unaware That God defended and opposed In answer to his prayer... The addict sensed God intervened, Somehow new life began, With Death no more the awesome fiend Because God had a plan... Thus Jesus saved the man from Death, From judgment and from Hell... God's Son... Jesus of Nazareth! What stories He could tell...

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