By Ken Ainsworth
© 2005, Night Whale Productions
A tractor prowls in gold and green
A village rises from a wheatland dream
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On the old main street in a small café’
A waitress serves a farmer old and grey
With coffee black, hash browns and scrambled eggs
Then he cracks a joke; she averts her eyes
The smile she wears is all a lie
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You see her father was taken back in
And her son was killed by a roadside bomb
In the middle East; trying to win the peace
Then her husband left in deep despair
Chasing some dream that just wasn’t there
Now she’s on her own, feeling all alone
She’s living her life now from day to day
Trying to hang on to the faith to pray
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There are souls in need
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In the parsonage not far from there
A young preacher’s wife wonders why she’s here
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She left family, friends … she left it all
To be faithful to her husband’s call
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So with heavy heart on an autumn day
She takes her Bible to the park to pray
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On a park bench, the preacher’s wife
Found the waitress, and they shared a cry
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And together, praying hand in hand
They found a peace you just can’t understand
When two or more gather, the Lord is there in
As they lifted each other up in prayer
The preacher’s wife remembered why she was there
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