You Know His Number
by Rhonda Shawver / ga04152007


 

I rewrote the poem, “Prayer Rock”.  I told my Laurels that when they were younger, that praying morning and night that was probably enough.  Because of how the world is today they need to have access to the Lord all the time and I thought that they could all relate to a cell phone, so I wrote THIS poem and attached a dollar store cell phone.

His line is never busy,

Pick up your phone and see.

You will always be able to reach Him,

Just drop to your knees.

You have unlimited minutes,

I know you have been told.

And I will guarantee one thing,

You’ll not be asked “will you hold?”

I’m not a “little prayer rock”,

So don’t tuck me in your drawer,

Don’t put me under your pillow,

Or chuck me on the floor.

But keep me close beside you,

And use me all the time.

For in this world around us,

Satan’s at his prime.

You can call when you need Him,

Or just to have a chat.

Just bow you head and call

“Heavenly Father, where are you at?”

And when there’s an emergency,

No need to dial 911.

Just close your eyes and say,

“Help me out or forgive me for what I have done.”

It’s never to late to call Him,

He never goes to bed.

Remember, “ask and ye shall receive,”

Is what He said.

So next time when you’re feeling down,

Or maybe feeling blue.

Just pick up your little payer phone.

He’d love too hear from you.