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[title] => Long ways from Sunday
[time] => 2011-11-14 13:22:05
[hometext] => Some people become misdirected, but they are always loved
[bodytext] => Long ways from Sunday It was a long ways from Sunday on a Monday afternoon When preacher Baines got on his knees in a rundown motel room This was not a sexual encounter or a romantic rendezvous He was trying to save Suzie, a down and out prostitute She said father oh dear father please help me find my way And she knelt down beside him and they both began to pray He always came on Mondays and each week it was the same For he could never give up on Suzie for what she had became He could smell the liquor on her breath from drinking the night before As she said the psalm of David while they knelt there on the floor He kissed her on the forehead as tears weld in his eyes She promised she would change as they said their goodbyes He thought to himself as he wiped away his tears How this little girl Suzie had aged beyond her years He walked across the parking lot to his old gray sedan Clutching tightly to his bible that he held in both hands It was a long ways from Sunday the day Suzie was reborn When the lord came and took her on a cold and rainy morn That morning he stood there not as a preacher in the rain He stood there as the father of the late Susan Baines Poem by R. E. Poore [comments] => 1 [counter] => 114 [topic] => 23 [informant] => bobbyclay56 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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