Life, My Friend, Is Precious (poem) by H. Lena Jones on AuthorsDen

Life, My Friend, Is Precious
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It's humbling to see an old man cry...
Life, My Friend, Is Precious by h. lena jones I�ve never seen an old man cry Until yesterday, that is, at church A heart broken from loneliness Allowed depression to set in A retirement home is his place of abode But there he doesn�t fit in Barely able to read and write Expenses swallow his little pension No family has he alive Society condemned him at 65 No offer of work has he But how desperate He wants to pitch in For he still feels physically strong He said he just wants to go home And thinks of ending it all at times Just to be with the Father in Heaven Now that�s so sad, suicide is never the answer So we said a prayer for him Asking God to kindly lift The spirit of depression that Held his child in its awful grip Oh, he cried, as we did pray Eventually the tears dried up And once again our Lord came through And lifted the old man from his darkened pit Oh, said he, if I could just spend some time Vacuuming or cleaning tables at the church I would once again feel useful; no need for pay Just a simple green salad would do! My friends, to you I urge Look not upon your present circumstances with dismay There are others worse off than you Life is a precious commodity No matter your age Make the most of it! �But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.� Psalm 3:3

Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia

Reviewed on October 7, 2006

And you are precious, Lena, my friend...

You love like Jesus loves.......I will pray for this man - and all those like him, for there are many. Your show of gentle affection, resurrected the hope of glory within him, Lena.

If we surrender ourselves to Him, He will use us to His glory!

Why look how your gift of telling the story, just used this dear soul to bring Jesus glory!

Love you, Rhonda

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 6, 2006

This is a compassionate and most worthy and wise poem, Lena. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Awww, he don't have to be old.Life is for living...

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Dear Lena yes life is a precious commodity and the need to belong is always strong as with our belonging in the spiritual home of heaven as on earth. This is precious your compassion and love of christ shines forth...

Blessing and Love in Christ,
Joselyn

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 5, 2006

Amen. A beautifully moving, compassionate, spiritual write, Lena, well done!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Lena ...

It is in those times when the Holy Spirit gets us out of ourselves, and opens our eyes to the suffering around us, that a connection is made called compassion.

True compassion can change anyones mindset, and heartset, and the life of another will always benefit from it.

Well done!
Richard Lloyd Cederberg

Reviewed by Lew Duffey

Well said. This is a point worth making, Lena. Who among us have not been overwhelmed with depression. God can lift us above it.
I have told you of my heart attack at the age of 40. I started visiting patients at a local hospital. I soon realized, I didn't have it so bad. And the ones I visited showed great courage. They keep going even from wheel chairs.
God Bless you for this,
Lew

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Thanks for the powerful reminder. Just when I think I have it bad, there are lots of others who are far, far worse off than I'll ever be! This is when you need to rely on God! Good stuff, Lena!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)

My father spent three years crying in church because he was diagnosed with prostrate cncer. But he found the courage to face life till he died. Prayer is important. Victor

Reviewed by Sue Hess

i went to visit a friend in a nursing home recently and came away so depressed, i thought, what does she have to live for...i regretted the thought the moment i had it..life is precious no matter where it is lived.

Reviewed by Joyce Hale

Lena, a beautiful write for the many who think they have no reason for living. Life is too precious to toss it away.

Peace. Joyce

Reviewed by Rev. R. Riebau (Reader)

What a wonderful poem. This would touch the hearts of so many in my church.

-Rev. R.O. Riebau

Reviewed by CJ Heck

Once again, your words ring true, sweet Lena. Life is indeed precious in every way. It would have broken my heart to see the old man cry and hear he wanted to give up ... Thank you for your wonderful messages.
Love,
CJ