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| A minister passing
through his church in the middle of the day, Decided to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray. |
Just then the back
door opened, a man came down the aisle, The minister frowned as he saw the man hadn't shaved in a while. |
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| His shirt was kinda
shabby and his coat was worn and frayed, the man knelt, he bowed his head, Then rose and walked away. |
In the days that
followed, each noon time came this chap, each time he knelt just for a moment, A lunch pail in his lap. |
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| Well, the minister's
suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear, He decided to stop the man and ask him, "What are you doing here?" |
The old man said, he
worked down the road. Lunch was half an hour. Lunchtime was his prayer time, For finding strength and power. |
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"I stay only moments, see, because the factory is so far away; as I kneel here talking to the Lord, This is kind what I say: |
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"I JUST CAME AGAIN
TO TELL YOU, LORD, |
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