Ministry inspires Abingdon District preacher to write a poem
The Rev. Harry Howe is one of four Church and Community Workers in Holston Conference. He wrote this poem to express his commitment to the construction work he does as a missionary for Project Crossroads in Marion, Va.
To read more about Howe and other Holston Church and Community Workers, see the Nov. 19 issue of The Call.
She Sits Alone
She sits alone in her rocker
And a tear falls from her eye
As she looks outside her window
And the storm clouds fill the sky
You see her roof has leaked for years
And each rain now takes its toll
And she's prayed for a helping hand
But has yet to see a soul
This is the day she's on her way
To the doctor up in town
She is feeble, her porch is weak
She's afraid that she'll fall down
Where are you Lord? When needed most
I need you here, I do pray
Don't you have a faithful servant?
You could surely send my way?
As she dozed there in her rocker
There's a knock upon her door
"I can see your roof needs fixing"
He went to work, said no more
"And your porch, it needs rebuilding
With new steps and rail secure"
For then she set about the task
"Who's this stranger?" she's not sure
She sits alone in her rocker
And a tear falls from her eye
As she looks outside her window
And the sunlight fills the sky
For she met some humble servants
Who asked nothing as repay
She now knew these strangers' presence
Were the Lord that came her way
She sits alone in her rocker
And no tear falls from her eye
As she looks outside her window
And the storm clouds fill the sky
Harry Howe
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