Four Cents
By Fred
He loaned me four cents at the carry-outAnd we began to discuss the Lord.Jesus Christ, our mighty makerOur shield and our sword.But the conversation took a detourWhen he told me a touching thingHe said his 2-year-old daughter diedJust back in the previous springNot knowing what to sayI really felt his painInside I began to prayFor the sun to shine in his rainAs he went on he almost criedI could tell he was upsetBecause his precious daughter diedHis eyes were red and wet.He said she was wrongly diagnosedAnd treated for the wrong thingBut remember if God wanted herThen death it has no stingI know that with correct treatmentShe could still be aliveBut God is in controlAnd everything will work out fineSo today I send up for him a prayerThat God may give him peaceAnd take away his every careSo that his storms may cease.My brother you must knowThat God loves you dearHe feels your deepest sorrowAnd will dry thy every tearHis plans are very perfectNo need to question or doubtJust keep trusting in Him And He'll surely bring you out.Let not your heart be troubledYou believe in God on highAnd if you feel pressed down with careJust look up to the sky. Written September 29th, 2001 © on Sep 29 2001 12:45 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"He loaned me four cents at the carry-outAnd we began to discuss the Lord.Jesus Christ, our mighty makerOur shield and our sword.But the conversation took a detourWhen he told me a touching thingHe said his 2-year-old daughter diedJust back in the previous springNot knowing what to sayI really felt his painInside I began to prayFor the sun to shine in his rainAs he went on he almost criedI could tell he was upsetBecause his precious daughter diedHis eyes were red and wet.He said she was wrongly diagnosedAnd treated for the wrong thingBut remember if God wanted herThen death it has no stingI know that with correct treatmentShe could still be aliveBut God is in controlAnd everything will work out fineSo today I send up for him a prayerThat God may give him peaceAnd take away his every careSo that his storms may cease.My brother you must knowThat God loves you dearHe feels your deepest sorrowAnd will dry thy every tearHis plans are very perfectNo need to question or doubtJust keep trusting in Him And He'll surely bring you out.Let not your heart be troubledYou believe in God on highAnd if you feel pressed down with careJust look up to the sky...."