Monday, November 17, 2008

The Conversion of Faith Craven

The Conversion of Faith Craven

For her it was a game with no defeat.
She valued noting, felt no sense of shame.
And dying being that which she would seek,
It was no loss, no win, but just a game.
Her husband told her, “Dear! Our children weep
To see their mother drunken in the street.”
The sky-blue cotton curtains filled with dust;
And ever-present sadness stained the walls,
With black, and hungry anger, greed and lust
Like sin’s dark ink was seeping down her halls.
But suddenly a light with mighty speed
Tore through her lying in a dirty stall.
And Jesus softly whispered to her need
“I’ve come for you my dear; I heard your call.”

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