As I was
stretching before my early morning run,
I noticed
lightning flashing across the sky.
Softy, I
prayed, “Dear Lord, hold back the rain.”
Off I went,
down the street and around the corner,
Talking to
my Lord, sharing the burdens of my heart,
While my
feet steadily pounded the pavement.
One mile
down, peace settled in my heart;
Our talk
continued as I begin to pray for this town.
Up Cedar
Street, past the Justice Center-may justice be done.
Past City
Hall, praying for the city government,
May they be
wise in their decisions as they lead.
Past the
funeral homes, bless those poor families.
Back the way
I came, praying on the other side of the road
Lord bless
these houses and the people that make them home.
Turning the
last corner onto my street, I come to a stop.
Stretching, water,
breathing. I consider the run I just
had.
A good pace,
a good time, so proud of myself.
Then I hear
that still, small voice: “what about ME?”
How often we
forget to thank the Lord for answered prayer!
Thank you,
Lord, for holding back the rain! Thank
you, Lord for safety!
Forgive me,
Lord, for not thanking You like I should.
Tom Otto
10/2/18
