Ever spend your night in a mud hole (*)
With rain water pouring in?
I did but God sent an angel
To warm without and within!
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Think that same angel warmed the Savior
Through cold and pouring rain?
Of course he did and the suffering
For me again and again!
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They called me Preacher and Padre
Though I never told them anything.
The men knew nothing about me
Just maybe a bird on the wing.
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Sky Pilot, this designation
Stuck, I think, respectfully.
They saw me take many chances
That might have, could have killed me.
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There was little respect for Jesus,
Religious folk tortured Him!
He taught, He healed, and He suffered!
Still love for all within!
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We know He wept often! Perhaps
From the hill of Calvary.
He wept for the men who would kill Him
And surely for even me!
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They whipped Him until His blood flowed,
Same blood that cleansed my soul!
They beat Him, lashed, and then crucified,
And that is what made me whole!
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Contradicting, scoffing, ribald laughter!
Snubbed, taunted, spat on, jeered,
Knowing that He would die on a cross.
Yes, of course, I am sure He feared!
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How could I think that? As man He died!
And they did what I did to Him!
Yet I know the provision that He made
He would do it again and again!
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I lost 30 pounds during that fray
Gained it all back and 30 more!
Do not think that will matter much
When I get to that forever shore.
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(*) The war in a fox hole.
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Sam Cox 11.09.05