Favorite Poem – ‘Checkin In’

A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day,

decided to pause by the alter and see who had come to pray.

Just then the back door opened, a man came down the aisle,

the minister frowned as he saw the man hadn’t shaved in quite a while.

His shirt was kinda’ shabby and his coat was worn and frayed.

The man knelt, he bowed his head, then rose and walked away.

 

In the days that followed, each noontime came this chap,

each time he knelt just for a moment, a lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister’s suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear,

he decided to stop the man and ask him, ‘Whatcha doin’ here?’

The old man, he worked down the road. Lunch was half an hour.

Lunchtime was his prayer time, for finding strength and power.

 

“I stay only moments, see, ’cause the factory is so far away;

as I kneel here talkin’ to the Lord, this is kinda’ what I say:

   ‘I just came to tell You Lord, how happy that I’ve been,

   since we found each other’s friendship and You took away my sin.

   Don’t know much how to pray, but I think about You everyday.

   So Jesus, this is Jim checkin’ in.'”

 

The minister feeling foolish, told Jim, that was fine.

He told the man he was welcome to come and pray just anytime.

Time to go, Jim smiled, said ‘Thanks.’ He hurried to the door.

The minister knelt at the altar, he’d never done it before.

His cold heart melted, warmed with love, met with Jesus there.

As the tears flowed, in his heart, he repeated old Jim’s prayer;

   “‘I just came to tell You Lord, how happy that I’ve been,

   since we found each other’s friendship and You took away my sin.

   Don’t know much how to pray, but I think about You everyday.

   So Jesus, this is me just checkin’ in.'”

 

Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim hadn’t come.

As more days passed, without Jim, he began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about  him, learning he was ill.

The hospital staff was worried, but he’d given them a thrill.

The week that Jim was with them, brought changes in the ward.

His smiles, a joy contagious. Changed people was his reward.

The head nurse couldn’t understand why Jim was so glad,

when no flowers, calls or cards came, not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed, he voiced the nurse’s concern;

no friends  came to show they cared. He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up and with a winsome smile;

“The nurse is wrong, she couldn’t know, that all the while,

everyday at noon, He’s here, a Dear Friend of mine, you see,

He sits right down, takes my hand, leans over and says to me;

    ‘I just came to tell You Jim, how happy that I’ve been,

   since we found each other’s friendship and I took away your sin.

   I always love to hear you pray, I think about you everyday,

   and so Jim, this is Jesus checkin’ in.'”

 

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