Checking In

Checking In

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. His shirt was kind a 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. 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. ‘I stay only moments, see, because the factory is so far away; as I kneel here talking to the Lord, This is kind a what I say: ‘I just came again to tell you, lord, How happy I’ve been, since we found each other’s friendship and you took away my sin. Don’t know much of how to pray, but I think about you every day. So, Jesus, this is Jim checking in

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