House Fire

This was written after a particularly draining call to a all nighter at a house fire.

One day up in heaven

An angel carried an armful

Of broken pieces to God.

"What's this?" God asked the angel.

"A paramedic's broken heart"

The angel replied.

I found it this morning.

She was walking home and

Threw these at me. She looked upset,

But I didn't get to ask what happened.

God looked knowingly at the angel.

She had a hard call last night

And two children came home

Early this morning.

Why do you do that to her, asked the angel.

She's been through this before,

Why not give her a break?

Because My will is perfect, said God.

Yes it is, agreed the angel.

Then why not make a paramedic

Without emotions, one who's heart doesn't break?

Because then some of My children

Would go through life never

Knowing love or that someone,

Even a paramedic cares for them.

She wasn't alone on that call

God told the angel.

I was there beside her

Through the night.

I was there as she worked

Quickly on the young girl

Who had been burned

In the house fire.

I was there holding her hand

As the news came that

There was no hope for the

Two children still in the burning house.

I was there as she held the grandmother

Who had just learned the awful news

About her two grandsons,

I held her up and gave her strength.

Remember, I made her for a purpose

And for that purpose I will see her through.

She is stronger than she may look

Because it is My hands that hold her together.

Untitled

Yesterday on my looooong drive home back to NC, I had this sudden gut feeling I had to pull over and write. I argued, which those of you who are smarter than me, will know you should never argue with God. But I did. I said I would stop and write when I needed gas or I got hungry. But no, I had to do it right then. And than bam! There was an exit with a gas station right there. So yes, God won the arguement and I exited and wrote. Here it be......Don't have a title for it yet....

Before the beginning of time
You had a plan.
You knew the choices I'd make
You knew the things that would be done.

Through everything that happened
You were there with me
Although I felt alone,
You were there holding me.

You sang to the little girl
Lying on her bed in tears.
You walked along side the teenager
Filled with hurt and anger.

You held the hand of the woman
Lying on that cold table at the clinic.
You held each of her babies
And knew her silent pain she buried.

Through all the abuse and rejection,
The darkness and brokenness
You were there loving on
Your beautiful little girl.

It doesn't make sense to me
Why I am this special to You.
Your love is overwhelming