Thomas Paul by Dawson Cowals

Sackcloth Charms by Dawson Cowals

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Thomas Paul
by Dawson Cowals

Album: Sackcloth Charms

Dear Thomas Paul, last that I recall
I was wishing you were here
It's been far too long since I've called
And I miss the sound of your voice
But you and I know it's not by choice
That you remain so very far away
But though my hands are tied
You and I know that
I can still pray

For you and your family
Brought to my rememberance
By things oft seen in passing
Photographs of smiling faces
Held 'neath a magnet on the fridge door
Three tousled heads
Lying upon a cold cement floor
I can't take it anymore

Thomas Paul
You're backed against a wall
It'll crumble have no fear
For Thomas Paul
I can hear angel wings sighing
As they cross the miles
To lift you clear

For seven years or more you have labored
Like Jacob for a Laban
Promised wages and then left with empty hands
To feed your children with
Oh the cruelty of it all
Back bent 'neath a thumb of indifference
While above beats the harsh southern sun
Yet never once would one hear complaint
Pass your lips at another injustice done

So until our arms lock in embrace My thoughts and prayers will fly in thanks Of the abundant grace that's been showered on you Your measure of faith strengthened so far beyond mine So into God's hands now I'll entrust you Signed your loving nephew

Genesis 29-31 (31:6-7)