Give me oil in my tank, keep us heated. Huddled in my prayer
window, I heard the tanker inching up the driveway.
Now both tanks are filled. I’ll be back in the prayer window
soon, at least by tomorrow, and it won’t cost me a dime. The more often I hook
up to the Lord, the hotter burns the fire of faith and hope within me.
The king of the universe gives his time freely, to all who
call on his name.
I’m waiting for the tanker driver to ring the bell and need
a signature on the invoice. Nothing free
about that fuel.
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