Dorothy Bailey

I thought of you this morning, and I said a little prayer
That every minute of your day, you'd feel His presence there.

I asked God for a miracle, your good health to restore
I believe He'll do it, and give you much, much more.

Remember how Job suffered, and when all he had was gone
God restored back everything, and more than he'd ever owned.

There's no respect of persons, with this mighty God we love
He'll open the window's of Heaven, and rain blessings from above.

Then one glad day you'll look back, on this time of trials and woe
And see God's hand of mercy, as He wonderfully made you whole.

I wrote this poem for a dear friend, and saint of God,
my pastor's mother, Sister Dorothy Bailey.

by Carrie Kinyon 1999