In another world,
people are waiting.
They sit, wondering
when their gift will
come.
This thing they desperately
need.
This work they anxiously
seek.
But they cannot achieve
alone.
I enlist my help.
My mind, my will,
my body, my fingers,
It’s all that I need.
And it’s more than they
have.
They simply can’t do it
without me.
This task is not hard.
And every “Thank you,”
from beyond
reminds me of that.
But the greatest reward
of all
will be to go back home
to the arms of my Father,
and hear from Him:
“My child,
“My child,
You’ve brought so many
back with you.
I am so proud.

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