I overheard a conversation
Of someone sitting close to me
She was asking for assistance
With her troubled family
Sounding somber and broken
Her head dropped on her knees
Then she sat straight as an arrow
Raised her arms uttering these
My Jesus, I sing your praise and glory
For hearing my compassionate plea
The moment I called out your name
My heart filled with a calming ease
My Jesus, this is a difficult hour
Evil and darkness has surrounded me
I know one thing is for certain
Your light will break through and free
I overheard a conversation
Then glanced over to see one subdued
Though only she seemed to be talking
There was not one voice...there was two
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