That Old Floor

Here I am again weepin' and sittin' on that old floor
I just don't know what I'm goin' to do any-more
We're almost out of food and I don't have any money
How?  Dear God how am I going to feed my baby?

Dear Lord I really need your help today
Please Jesus please send someone my way
Please send food I don't know what else to do
I don't know where else to go but to You

Here I am again all alone with the kids
It's depressin' I know I try not to think about all this
But we're almost out of food and I don't have any money
How?  Dear God how am I going to feed my family?

Dear Lord I really need your help today
Please Jesus please send someone my way
Please send food I don't know what else to do
I don't know where else to go but to You

What's that?  I hear some knockin' on my front door
There it is again:  Time to get up off of that old floor
"Who is it?"  I asked because it's better to be safe
"Friends from church!"  I recognized the voice

Gleefully leapin' I unlatched and opened the door
My friends from church were smilin' and more
As they brought in bags and bags of food I cried
I dropped to my knees and lifted my hands to the sky

Dear Lord, Thank You, Thank You for Your help today
Thank You, Thank You Jesus for sendin' them my way
Thank You for the food I didn't know what else to do
Thank You. . . Thank You. . . Thank You. . .

My friends and I simply hugged and held each other
We wept and thanked God together over and over
Because earlier when I was sittin' on that old floor
They were prayin' and the Lord told them to go. . .
             and minister to the poor

Dear Lord, Thank You, Thank You for Your help today
Thank You, Thank You Jesus for sendin' them my way
Thank You for the food I didn't know what else to do
Thank You. . . 
       Thank You. . . 
              Thank You Jesus. . .

--bro. tim pickl    Saturday October 19, 2002 A.D.  8:10AM

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