Prayer Warriors"I have never seen anybody more ready and willing to pray than Grandmother. She didn't mess around when it came to calling on Jesus. While spending the night at her house through the years, I had heard the telephone ring in the middle of the night, then Grandmother's raspy but soothing voice praying aloud, pleading for God to intervene in some situation for the caller on the other end. . . . It was like she had a hot line to heaven and that God was one of her bosom buddies.”
From “True Vine: A Young Black Man’s Journey of Faith, Hope and Clarity”
by John W. Fountain
Missing Grandmother
By John W. Fountain
The years so soon fade
Faces, like the shade--
They disappear,before our eyes
And seas of tears
Despite our cries.
And hope springs anew,
Eternal like the grass
That lives to wither,
whose life shall pass,
But that long lingers in the consciousness of spring,
In all of us human,
In every living breathing moving thing.
And come morning sun
Or days darkened and done
Or whatever life's sum
Will soon come
Will rise
Will stir
Will revive
Will soon be made again alive
Like new mint leaves before our eyes
And new emerald trees that know not our cries that once drifted up,
Away, toward dreary, cloud-patched skies
And our eternal ties
to loved ones past,
to our future and to the years of past,
Which quickly fade
That do not last
That disappear
Like withering grass
Will soon spring eternal
Forever
perfect in the Son
When this life's season is done,
And we are one with Him.
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