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“Just one day is forty nine dollars and ninety five cents”

He vaguely heard the clerk say,

“Room one thirty nine, down the hall to the right,

And please,

Enjoy your stay “



As he paid the motel clerk for the room

The thought occurred to him

Checking in, to check out

The candle of this life, he was about to dim



He had grown tired

Those that knew him could see it in his eyes

One look and you still wouldn’t know

As he was careful to outwardly keep,

The real him hidden in disguise



As he entered the room,

He noticed the usual bed, chair, and desk

Outside the blizzard raged

He sat in the chair, and stared out the window

Grabbing the pen and starting the first page



After some thought, he quit writing

Looking out the window, he arose from the desk

He surmised to himself the snowfall was befitting

He silently prayed his last request



“Dear God, I know that you are there,

I believe in my heart that you know me better than even I do,

Please forgive me,

For I’ve grown tired and weak,

Moreover, protect my loved ones Lord, for it is for them Lord,

From you their relief, and comfort I seek,

I come to you now Lord,

Now, in my darkest hour to date

I know in my heart that you know me,

An answer, from you Lord,

I can no longer wait,

Please forgive me of my sins,

For this last one in advance,

That it’s unforgivable, I’m sorry, but I must take that chance,

For it is written, In Jesus name I pray,

Amen”,

Was to be the last word he’d ever say



At that very instant,

The telephone in the room started

To ring,

And as he answered, he heard a voice

Of an angel, saying just one single word…“hello”

His answer, God was about to bring



This author will not write here,

All that was said that night

However, he will in his own way, try to convey

To the reader with all his might

The following writers prayer

To the readers at this site.



A Writers Prayer



Dear Lord, God in heaven,

Thank you for my blessings

And giving me another day

I ask that you guide my pen and bless my paper

That my writings, through your will may,

Spread your word Lord,

Show them too …the way



To the one’s in need

Maybe in their darkest hour,

Give them hope as you’ve given me

Away from you, please don’t let them cower



Blessed are we, the sinners Lord

May my written mere words,

Mere words from one of your sheep

Lead one astray back to you,

Across the bridge of lost rivers sin

Regardless, of how wide or how deep,

Or how much trouble they are in



Lord, I am just one man,

Mortal, made of flesh and bone

However, I’ll do the best I can

To stand tall alone

In addition, testify through my guided pen

All the love you’ve shown



Thank you God for your grace

And for rescuing me

Willing me to answer that phone

Showing me that you weren’t

done with me yet

That I am not alone



Please hear my prayer,

Give me strength on this day

May your will be done

Help this one

In Jesus name, I pray…Amen



The author,

Stated his belief shortly after that day

He now has turned his trust towards the Lord,

For it is written, and the author believes it to be true,

That God is the power, the truth, the light, and the way

Each of us,

Saved by his grace, the ransom paid in full,

For me…and for you



© Dennis Hicks - 2001