A Quote by Rey L. Pratt on darkness, death, deception, departure, despair, doubt, divinity, eternity, faith, fatherhood, forgiveness, god, guidance, happiness, heart, heaven, home, jesus, justice, kiss, knowledge, life, love, men, mortality, prayer, puri

A Prayer: 1. 3. O Father, help me understand, Forgive the surging doubts that rise And know the reason why Within my aching heart, The boy that Thou dids't give to me, And take the dimness from mine eyes, So early had to die; Let darkness all depart. Why one whose life had been so pure, Let light and knowledge come to me Who never knew deceit, From heaven, Thy home on high, Should droop and wither like a flower O help me put my trust in Thee: Crushed under ruthless feet. O Father, tell me, why. 2. 4. O Father, help me understand Perhaps I sin in asking this, Thy purposes Divine, More faith should show in Thee; In letting death, with ruthless hand But, O I miss his loving kiss, Tear his dear heart from mine. He was so dear to me. O let me see the veil beyond, Just let me know that I sometime Where dwells his spirit pure, Shall find him, once again, And know he's happy where he's gone; And clasp again his form to mine: O let me feel secure. I ask, in Jesus' name. The Answer: 5. 7. Grieve not, my son for time shall be, Then grieve not for the one that's gone, When death shall be no more. Nor let your heart despair; Thy loved one I'll return to thee, For God in wisdom called your son, To cherish evermore. To work for Him up there; 'Twas in the plan that man should die, The prison gates to open wide And slumber in the grave, For those who died in sin, But rise again, as even I, And through repentance them to guide For this my life I gave. Again to worship Him. 6. 8. For mortal life is but a part Let this then be your answer, why, Of God's eternity, And let your heart rejoice, In which the souls of men embark For unto God they do not die, To find felicity. Who answer to His voice; What men call death is but a step But walk with Him in realms of love, From low to higher plane, Where all the righteous be. And all who in the dust have slept, Be comforted, for there above, Through me shall live again. Thy boy will welcome thee.

Rey L. Pratt

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