I read in Godís Word how He loves us

So much that Heís engraved His hand

With your name and my name - no, He wonít forget

As we walk through this dangerous land.

I thought if God holds our names so

Tender and lovingly there....

Perhaps I should write down a name or two,

Call out those names in prayer.

Friend, will you put a name in your hand?

Will you get on your knees and pray?

For many are sick that could be well,

Many not saved - on their way to hell,

Battles are lost when knees do not bend,

Burdens not lifted when not brought to Him -

Blessings are missed by ones who could pray

And by those who need your prayer today.

Joan Clifton Costner
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