Please pray they say..

Sam asks for some prayer
pray with me like this.
Satan be aware
Sam's owned by Jesus!

Samuel Lewis Paul
Truman Quin Heer Walk-
in the way of all
true, good men; don't baulk.

God give him boldness
to move on and let
your hope, not coldness
and hopelessness get

into his heart, but
to trust as your son,
your way is no rutt,
your vindication

will come and last for
longer than time will.
We'll enter the door:
Your will, not my will!

Your will's Yeshua
and when we listen
to him we're sure
that if no glisten

of light comes at once,
that's still not the end;
he may seem a dunce
but he is my friend

and because he is
I'm learning to keep
a friendship like his
rather than not weep.

If HE would now weep,
I want to as well.
I don't want to keep
ignoring the smell

of death that's around
about this-here world.
God help us abound
with Love, round Truth curled.

Thanks too that he warned
his friends of the cross,
but also adorned
it with more than loss:

those three days before
you raised him right up
they couldn't ignore,
for he drank the cup,

the cup of "potion"
that kills this life's cells,
grants to devotion
God's life, not our hells.

And he goes straight to
that place of the shades,
he won't debate to
smash all that degrades.

Hallelu, lu-yah!
This son of Adarm
brings heaven to ya,
saves ya from true harm!