My Precious Sister
I cherish all my sisters in my Christian family, but I miss my own blood sister. When I left home I had no idea that I would never see her again. I lived in the same house with her for 11 years until I was 18. I was not to see her again for thirty years. By that time she was a different person and had no room for me in her life anymore. This poem is in her honor, to the woman of God I know in my heart she could be. I pray for her everyday.
How precious is my sister, she means the world to me
Her laughter when I hear it, sets my spirit free,
I can hear how she loves me, when she speaks my name
I wonder does she know that, I'll never be the same,
That she fills up my heart, that never has been filled
And gives wings of joy to my soul, when she does God's will?
So when she struggles, or starts to fall into Satan's hand
I get on my knees and I pray until, she again begins to stand,
I see her strength comes not from her, but strictly from above
Then I know that she's been on her knees, receiving God's pure love.
Just which way will my sister go, as she follows God?
She goes the way He would seem to lead, because her feet are shod
With the preparation of the gospel, because she cares to do His will
And daily petitions the Lord her God, for His Spirit He would fill,
She daily searches her Bible, to gain His light each day
Then takes each step in that light, that shows her the way,
O how precious is my sister, that means the world to me
That partners in the work of God, so all the world can see,
That joins her prayer unto mine, where two on earth agree
That moves those mountains one by one, and casts them in the sea?
O lovely Jesus' daughter, thy spirit do I laud
I pray wondrous blessings from on high, from the hand of God.
I pray you know I love thee, and as long as God allows
I'll be here to stand with thee, 'gainst all the noisy crowds,
Against all those that'd hurt you, to slander your sweet name
Who'd raise a hand up to hurt you, or try to defame
What you would stand for, as you work to do His will
And show others where to go, for the Spirit to be filled.
O how precious is my sister, that means the world to me?
If so much love is here on earth, how much eternity?
I am the oldest of three children, having one brother and one sister younger than I. The seven year difference between myself and my baby sister was terribly dividing. I was going through my horrible puberty and teen years and she was just this tiny vulnerable thing that saw me as her hero. I didn't get into too much trouble at home but I remember that when my mother would try to discipline me in any fashion, my little sister would get between us and say, "don't you hurt my brother!" She was always so sickly and frail but she became a lion cub with the biggest growl a cub can make when she tried to defend me.
When I left home at 18 years old, I really expected to return and visit my sister again. But as things worked out, I didn't see her again for 30 years. My change of faith was too much for my mother and she had to "protect" my sister from me and my new "crazy religion." I had always let my mom and dad know where I was, but this was not told my sister, who when she was old enough, ran away from home to find me. Rumour had it that I was in Rochester, New York and at one point my sister was a mere 6 city blocks from me, searching for her big brother.
Sickness was always stalking my sister and she was hospitalized over and over. At one point, thinking she was at death's door yet again she honored a last request. My mother contacted me and gave me my sister's phone number to say goodbye. I was reunited with her after 30 years, but it was not long and my sister felt the call to again say farewell to me forever so she could rejoin my mom and their disassociation with me. Jehovah's Witnesses have a hard line when it comes to anyone that is not Jehovah's Witness and that includes family. I will always cherish the months that I and my sister were in contact but it was not to be because of the religious mandate on her. She would have had to choose between myself and the rest of the family, which include one other brother and our parents.
This poem was written from the perspective of so many Christian families where brother and sister both serve the Lord. It is my fervent hope that my sister may come to faith one day along with the rest of my family and serve God with me, side by side. There are so many people who need to be told about Jesus.
I wonder, do you, the reader, know Him? A sister is precious and it is a great loss to have ties severed between family. God is like a Father waiting for any who would be His children to come home to Him. The sin that stands between a holy God and mankind was paid for on the cross. Jesus came to earth, God in human flesh to bleed and die for all the sin of all mankind. He waits for any who would call out to Him and turn to Him, that He may save them.
Do you believe in the gospel, that is, do you believe in the death burial and resurrection of Jesus. Do you believe that Jesus was God in human flesh come to earth to pay for all sin including yours? Are you willing to turn from your sin and turn to Christ as the only way of salvation? If you are, then just call out to Him and He will save you. Pray this:
Dear Lord Jesus, I know who You are. You are God that came in human flesh, sent by the Father to die for my sin. I know in my heart that I am a sinner and I do not deserve to go to heaven when I die but I ask that You forgive me of my sin and save me. I believe You came to earth, died and rose the third day. Please come into my life and be my Lord and Savior and Master of my life. I turn from my sin and turn to You as the only way of salvation. I pray this in Jesus' holy name. Amen.