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Date: 03 September 2005 02:51:33
I drove down the street at night. I watched the people walking by. I imagined God with them. One girl though walking in front of me, was in my mind skipping down the street holding Jesus' hand.
I turned and looked the other way and there was a young man walking, although really he was storming, and he was yanking his hand out of God's who was walking beside him.
Another person seemed to be walking just fine, with purpose, going somewhere, but in my imagining prayer I held up her hands in praise to God, cos they were heavy and ready to fall, as was she, so I held her up around the waist to keep her walking tall.