Staying home,
But I prodded myself to go to
Prayer meeting, for I had told my friend
I would be there.
As I drove off I scrunched inside my car
Hoping the heater would kick in soon.
The traffic was slow.
Only three of us showed up, but
Three were enough.
A man engaged in a prison ministry stopped
By our prayer spot with a stack of
Bible study packets he would be sending to
Inmates.
"Would you be willing to pray for these
Men", he asked, "and then sign your name so
They will know that someone prayed for them?"
Indeed!
Sitting around the table our threesome
Took turns praying for Richard, Justin,
Michael and others whose names I've
Now forgotten.
It was a privilege, a joy, to lift up these
Incarcerated men who would soon be
Studying the Scripture materials.
We didn't know them, but God did, and
We prayed as He directed us.
When the prisoners open their envelopes
They will see our names and know that we cared,
That we covered them with prayer.
And as I headed home the air didn't seem to be
Quite so bitter.