As I began to write to one,

The words became this poem . . .

Pray for Me

God knows the circumstances,

God is in control,

He knows our every need.

We need not know the matter,

but to hear thy brother's cry,

for heart-felt prayer to intercede.

Prayer to Him; for us did bleed,

the price was paid before the need,

up on the cross of shame.

For up upon that rugged tree,

for you and me, our failings,

shame to die, victory came.

- Roger W Hancock