How I fondly recall when my Auntie would pray back at North 17th Street on Prayer Meeting Day;

She would sing from the depths of experience past,
And her prayers were so strong that no evils could last;

In my mind I recall how she’d thank the Most High,

How she’d lift holy hands toward celestial sky;

I never knew doubts when my Auntie would pray,

And it's words such as these that I feel she would say,

 like:  

“OH, THANK YOU MY FATHER for saving my soul,
& knowing your love because Heaven’s my goal;

Thank you for showing me Christ is The Way,

And now I hear angels shout ‘Oh Happy Day!’. . .

My life without you would be nothing but pain

This is why I can’t help but to praise your Grand Name!. . .

Lord you’ve brought me along such a mighty long way

You’ve blessed my distress for this much brighter day;

I watched years in my life as they’d pass one by one
I knelt down thanking God for His Marvelous Son

Keep me strong in the Lord and that all-cleansing Light

May your wings ever shield me thru long days and nights

Let me feel healing breath of your dear Holy Ghost

He is always on time when I need Him the most

As the demons would scheme to cause anguish and pain,
I’d lean on your promise; then faith I’d  regain. . .”  

                             (Yep, that might be   what she’d say if today, she could pray) . . . So cling with your faith to the blood stain-soaked cross

Never pose to consider her passing a loss;

This earth is the wrong place to store up vain treasure

For my Aunt Bernice now has reward beyond measure;

She would say that no matter where devils may stalk

Just keep close to Lord Jesus in life’s narrow walk;

She knows some of her family are hurting inside
But remember her words “God’s love always abides

For our God, He shall shield you from all snares & dangers;

Just keep sharing kindness with beggars & strangers"

 
This world as is  stands now is destined for trouble;

But just stand back & watch how your blessings can double;

Forgive all the ones who ignore Christian teaching;

And your memoirs, like Auntie’s will be ever-reaching

Far out to the lost ones who’ve heard not the story of

Jesus Christ--King of Earth, Heaven and Glory;

Those who seek out the truth in this final communion will join Auntie again in triumphant reunion.

© 2006, Cynth’ya Lewis Reed.

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