'Thanks For Stopping' Poem by Michael P. Johnson

“It’s good of you to stop for me
Amidst this awful storm
I’m all soaked through as you can see
But your car’s nice and warm


My friend, I’m truly in your debt
The cold was like a knife
For hours I’ve suffered cold and wet
Until you saved my life



It may to you sound rather odd
But out there in the rain
I raised my eyes and prayed to God
Who heard me once again


Though wet and frozen to the core
I heard my Master say
“To you, I’ll send an open door
To help you on your way”



I saw you coming from afar
God gave me this decree
“The door for you will be a car
Wherein you’ll speak of me”


The word of God is my command
I heard and will obey
You stopped for me as Jesus planned
Now hear these words I pray


God could have made me warm again
He could have stopped the pour
He could have called ten thousand men
A million even more


Instead my friend He’s chosen you!
God called to set you free
Believe that Christ, God’s Son is true
Believe my friend and see”