Friendship Cake by A. Paige White With every bite I take I think of her wonder if she rode with him in the ambulance or followed behind in her car With every bite I take I pray for him Though laden with this world's goods He is poor I pray he comes through this enriched beyond his wildest dreams A citizen of the Kingdom A royal son of the King. Amen 02/20/2007 Author's Note: "Is this not the fast which I chose, to loosen the bonds of wickedness, to undo the bands of the yoke, and to let the oppressed go free and break every yoke? Is it not to divide your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into the house; when you see the naked, to cover him; and not to hide yourself from your own flesh (and blood)?" (Isaiah 58: 6-7). Posted on 02/20/2007 Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 02/20/07 at 07:32 PM I'm not one for prayers, but I like this. I think it's because it's for someone else and I think people pray for themselves too much sometimes. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)