“A Tribute to Heidi and the Volunteers”
I saw the lighted candles against the darkened sky,
I looked up towards the heavens and asked the question why.
Why we all had to gather together on this starlit night,
Choking back tears with all our might.
It was because our sleepy little town had been rudely awakened,
When we discovered one of its most beautiful flowers had been taken.
That a flower is kind and has such a caring face,
It’s simply not one that can be replaced.
We stood there as a town in one accord,
For the return of that flower we prayed to our Lord.
We sang songs of hope to help get us through,
Then back to our fire hall for there’s work we must do.
Our town works together with one united sole,
Pulling together we all have one goal.
To search for our flower until she is found,
And to bring her home to root safe and sound.
Towns like ours are not hard to find,
Made up of people who are caring and kind.
When you pass through our town down Rt. 104,
Think of those people behind each door.
And please say a prayer that our town may go back to sleep,
And keep all of its flowers rooted deep.
Yes a flower was picked the other day,
Through our efforts it won’t remain that way.
Sarnia, Ontario, Canada, N7S 1 PC
A SINNER SAVED BY GRACE EPH. 2.8
GATERED IN THE NAME OF
THE LORD JESUS CHRIST MAT.18.20
MADE IN CANADA
A prayer from God has been hanging on my parent's wall nearly eighteen years and I never knew until yesterday when I took it off the wall to copy the poem to share with you. God is so good....