Joe, a cow-cocky, broke and frustrated,
in the front of his bank, sat and waited,
battered hat in his hand,
dry and scarred by the land.
When they paged him, he half hesitated.
He emerged, cowed and broken much later,
she'd been brutal. He tried not to hate her.
With finances in tatters
he remembered what matters,
tossed up on which thirst was the greater.
Would he seek solace first at the bar,
but no...the drive home was so far.
To the old church he turned,
knowing he'd not be spurned,
for that's where God's followers are.
In the car park he saw Pastor Wayne
who asked did he still have that pain.
It came as a shock
when Joe really took stock,
since they'd prayed he'd not felt it again.
Over coffee the young pastor said
they would help Joe to kit out his shed.
The whole congregation
worked on his situation
and he'd rent it for income instead.
Consider the lilies, don't fret,
God provides a security net.
There are blessings indeed
when we struggle in need.
He's the best Mate a feller could get.
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