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A DANGEROUS PRAYER
A prayer was penned,
For God on high,
I said to the Lord,
“You can’t deny!”
“This prayer has honour,
This prayer has weight,
This prayer has rank,
In heaven’s gate.
For such a prayer,
Cannot be stopped,
Nor can its power,
Be capped or cropped.
You cannot quell,
This one request,
I lay it here,
It must be blessed!
There is no rule,
No lofty law,
That can be enforced,
To make me withdraw!”
So I spread my hands,
To show the Lord,
The outcome of,
Such a powerful chord.
“The sick shall be healed,
The lame shall rise,
Tears will be wiped,
From grieving eyes.
No more will sickness,
Rule the earth,
Wellness shall reign,
And show its mirth!”
Pleased with myself,
And with my plan,
I’d strike a prayer,
And sickness ban.
I told the Lord,
The people will cheer,
They’ll be grateful,
For a gift so dear.
“I’ve freedom to speak,
Don’t stymie my will!”
Said I still blind,
To earth's bitter pill ...
Then the Lord’s face,
Grew close to mine,
And with a glint, He said,
“Your prayer is fine.”
"But won’t you first,
Consider the end,
Before your prayer,
To heaven you send?
For all is not,
As you’d expect,
Instead of a mend,
The earth will be wrecked!
Every doctor,
And every nurse,
Will lose their jobs,
A precipitous curse.
Every hospital,
Will close its doors,
Millions of workers,
Will hit the floors.
Every pharmacy,
Will trash its drugs,
No more viruses,
No more bugs.
The market system,
Will suddenly crash,
Millions unemployed,
Wealth gone in a flash.
Men will jump,
From office towers,
There will be a flurry,
Of funeral flowers.
Cars will be turned,
And burned in the streets,
For such is the heart,
For whom sickness beats.
Your world is built,
On the suffering of others,
The ether of money,
Eventually smothers.
The pain and sickness,
You want to cure,
Is only cursed,
By the sick and the poor.
So what do you want,
What do you wish,
Shall you throw your line,
And catch a fish?
Shall you reel it in,
Shall you take a crack,
Or now that you’ve looked,
Shall you throw it back?
Shall you change the world,
In a single day,
And cast your net,
Among the fray?
Can the world handle,
A single drop,
Of Jesus’ blood,
Among its crop?
Dare you stand,
As heaven’s heir,
Dare you change the world,
With such a dangerous prayer?”
Jesus tried,
To heal them all,
The religious rich,
It stirred their gall,
They captured him,
And started a brawl,
And threw him in,
A prison stall,
A crown of thorns,
A purple shawl,
Through his hands,
They pierced an awl,
On the cross,
They heard Him call,
“Forgive them Father,
Don’t let them fall,
They’ve erred a prayer,
At the wailing wall."
Sheila Willar - March 29, 2010
Luke 6:19 (KJV)
And the whole multitude sought to touch Him: for there went virtue out of Him, and healed them all.
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