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I was sitting, torn by grief. Someone came and talked to me of God's dealings, of why it happened, of hope beyond the grave. He talked constantly, he said things I knew were true. I was unmoved, except I wished he'd go away. He finally did. Another came and sat beside me. He didn't talk. He didn't as leading qusetions. He just sat beside me for an hour and more, listened when I said something, answereed briefly, prayed simply, left. I was moved. I was comforted. I hated to see him go. |
Joe Bayly |
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