A Child’s
Arms
An
Oklahoma oil field worker was the picture of a rough and tumble man. He could
out work, out drink and out fight any who crossed his path. No one could bring
him to his knees.
One
night his 4 year old daughter became ill. He stood by the bed and felt helpless.
His daughter lifted up her arms to him and said, “let’s pray.”
By
her bed, with arms around his neck, the oil man knelt.
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