| |
| For weeks we'd planned and prayed, |
| and talked about
revival |
| Then came the long-awaited day -- |
| the evangelist's
arrival. |
| Confident, well-groomed, and smiling |
| he greeted us each
day. |
| We little thought about the one |
| who helped him stay
that way. |
| |
| In simple dress and quite grace |
| she slipped each
night into a pew |
| She welcomed those who sought her out |
| to speak a word or
two. |
| Attentively she listened through |
| the sermons were not
new |
| For she knew it was a blessing just |
| to be here in the
pew. |
| |
| She came into the room one night |
| while we were having
prayer |
| And when she prayed, a quiet stillness |
| seemed to fill the
air. |
| She didn't know our loved ones, |
| but burdens she did
share |
| It truly was a great blessing |
| just to have her join
us there. |
| |
| Before the message was finished |
| and the invitation
given |
| She would humbly bow her head |
| and beseech the
Father in Heaven |
| To take the words of the messenger and, |
| like arrows, shoot
them out |
| To pierce the very hearts and souls |
| of those who were in
doubt. |
| |
| A man of great conviction |
| and a mighty force is he |
| Dynamic in his preaching |
| about Hell and Eternity |
| One of the greatest assets |
| in the successful
evangelist's life |
| Is this gracious little lady -- |
| the evangelist's own dear
wife. |
