She watched how they drove by with pickups of food and never stopped once to share any with the struggling.
Her eyes opened at how the residents wallowed in darkness poverty and despair yet their leaders and gate keepers lived luxuriously oblivious to the pain and suffering.
Her prayer became,
Lord
Please allow us to see the weak and struggling
Allow yielded vessels to be your hands and feet
Your heart of compassion
Allow the glory to back to you.
Your strength joy time and other resources to pursue your agenda is all we ask for.
Amen
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