on site
mostly out of sight
since last Thursday
850 gentle men
all sizes, shapes, colors
and ages
some came eagerly
others gently pulled through the doors by caring friends
the warm smiles of the volunteers
the vibrant depth of the worship
that soared
and floated
and quietly bathed
the humble hearts of those speaking
one by one coming for prayer
these men
giants in their field
kneeling
with tears pouring down their cheeks
the sincerity of their thank you
the brilliance of their smiles
when returning after their session
their bone crushing hugs
the ones who now and again slipped through the door
simply wishing to sit
with one who was praying
83 of these gentle men
someone's son
someone's dad
someone's brother
someone's husband
someone's father
decided to surrender
and accept
the gift
offered to them by pierced hands
the stories
so many stories
I will never ever forget the stories
and so
since Thursday night
it has simply been
a ministry of presence
and a keeper of stories
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