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The following was submitted on 04/23/07 to:
Divine Re-Vision Today he's home to see his bride, Their matching rockers side-by-side. Months of lonely separation Culminate in celebration. Now gone the gray and rainy Spring, The woeful day when we would bring A weeping man with graying head To dwell in room with naught but bed. Tho' mind tormented, full of dread; Tho' failing fast and nearly dead, My father chose to stand again; To join once more the world of men. In the heart a flame ignited, Setting fire to uninvited Tormentors of mind and spirit That glad life would disinherit. Perhaps an angel in his ear Did whisper soft, but whisper clear, "No heav'nly call to you today; I lead you in another way. The Grace of God will you empow'r To walk with cane another hour; To greet each dawn with happy heart; Your wisdom share, your love impart." So, we, who sorrowed in that Spring, Lift praises now to God, our King, Recognizing His provision in Dad's tale: Divine Re-Vision.
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