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Created on: May 11, 2009
She asked us, her friends, to pray for her dear friend.
I panicked, What's wrong with her?
Nothing, she's under the weather a little,
I just feel my friend needs a little spiritual help,
she felt the need to show her friend that she loved her.
Why are we conditioned to panic when someone needs a prayer?
Do we always wait until things become the worst?
He doesn't wait for us until the last minute,
He helps us everyday, without question,
always showing us that He loves us.
So shouldn't we show Him our gratitude sooner?
His daughter told him thank you today, finally.
Today he helped her save a friendship she holds dear.
He helps her everyday, to become a better person,
to get her through her teenage years.
Always telling her he loves her.
So shouldn't she show her gratitude more often?
He told his wife that he loved her today
when he felt bad for hurting her feelings.
Why finally today? Why now?
She is always helping him and she is always there for him,
always telling him that she loves him.
So shouldn't he show his gratitude more often?
I ask my closest friends to pray for me.
They panicked, What's wrong with you?
I've been suffering from depression, I'm dying.
I felt I needed some spiritual help,
the deep desire to know that my friends loved me.
Shouldn't they have shown their gratitude sooner?
I asked God to save me during my great time of need.
I know he gave me three healthy babies
and provided me with great things during my life,
I never meant to take Him for granted,
I need him now, to know that He loves me.
Shouldn't I have shown my gratitude sooner?
He's still going to save me, I'm not gonna die,
I'll be here for another day, another decade maybe?
It's up to Him, it's all in His hands
and because I love Him, I will trust in Him.
And now, a lesson learned,
I will show my gratitude more often.
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