On the train

Train car crammed with commuters,fresh from showers and toothbrushes,traveling to desktops, phones, and one more dayof trying to understand their bosses' needs—

I pray, "Father, thank You for loving themeven as You love me.Thank You for helping all of us to value our gifts,for assuring us that our talents are needed, and ample.

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In my Father's time
May 3, 2004
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