To Mom and Dad
A Precious Memory
I can remember looking for my
father one night. I looked all over the house before I finally found him in the closet
upstairs. He was in the back corner praying. I shut the door quietly so he
wouldn’t know that I saw him. But I did see him. And, I knew he was praying for my
sister and I to be saved. I didn’t know then, but this was a precious memory that I
would remember forever. That was in 1969. A short time later, my sister was saved. Thirty
one years later, in 2001, I was saved. It didn't take God 31 years to save me. It
took me that long to get myself in a condition whereby I could be saved.
So if you have prayed for
someone for many years without having your prayers answered, don't give up. My parents
never gave up. And after 31 years their prayers were answered with both children being
saved.
What a
blessing from God, to have parents that pray for their children. Praise be to
God, for answering prayer.
Precious Memories
Precious memories, unseen
angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred scenes unfold.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious
father, loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.
In the
stillness of the midnight
Echoes from the past I hear
Old-time singing, gladness bringing
From that lovely land somewhere.
I remember
mother praying
Father, too, on bended knee
Sun is sinking, shadows falling
But their prayers still follow me.
As I
travel on life's pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul.
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