Hear Our Prayers

Tonight the wind doth blow so hard in South Dakota. As if a storm is about to come in. Its the chatter of our prayers being carried to your door Lord! Whether it be voices loud, or whispers silent, they flow a steady stream to you tonight. As night closed in on the day and then windows to heaven seemed to close, we pray thou heard our final prayers and pleas this eve. I know prayers are thundering from most everywhere, from South Dakota, Minnesota, Nebraska, Iowa, Louisiana, South Carolina, Washington, Georgia, Kansas, Wyoming, Nevada, and Utah just to name a few. But prayers no where else can be spoken so earnestly loud, then from a darkened room in Utah, where a young man lay, wanting life more than anything else. Please hear his prayer. He is my son and your son Lord, please grant the bone marrow transplant. Though his father is gone yet his spirit lives, I know he is praying tonight from near your throne. Hear his grandparents and many other relatives that have gone on before, I know we all agree. Please oh Lord, let it be. And Lord would it be asking too much, if not only to give him a long and healthy life. But could he run, return to work, have children and a good wife?

Please silent the winds, calm the storms, bring light into the morn. Give us peace when we awake, settle our minds, rest our weary eyes, and our trembling lips. Remove the doubt, build up our spirits and prepare us for the decision we will hear from Judge Quinn. Might there be no question to the procedure or outcome of Clark Kimble's need. Please let Clark rest tonight, let him build up strength to once again fight and undergo another tremendous transplant. Let him live long and be an example and a servant for thee. In The Name of Jesus Christ, Amen.