Michael P. Johnson (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

As towns flourish and teem with life
Of all colours and creeds
In one of them lived with his wife
A doctor, with certain needs

Life and practice were more than good
He'd friends on every side
Yet took to drugs so oft he could
Which soon would turn the tide

One day a bad mistake was made
A fault he tried to hide
With pills a man in bed was laid
Who very nearly died

His medicine was wrong of course
The doctor was so high
The dose he gave could kill a horse
A man would surely die

For many years the doctor's wife
Had prayed both night and day
For God to change her husband's life
And take the drugs away

Her prayers were heard God saw how sad
His daughter lived with tears
Although her husband's deeds were bad
God freed them of their fears

The doctor's heart began to melt
He joined his wife in prayer
"Oh Lord my God what guilt I've felt
Since knowing You are there"

Salvation came because a wife
Had knelt in fervent prayer
Not only had her husband life
But now! God's truth they share.