Nobody the servant

He lived in a small place at the edge of a large town. Daily the still small voice he had grown so accustomed to would call out to him and his heart would cry. They were still perishing and no one was going to them.
Under a bridge latter that same day he found one. Weathered and broken as a man, the eyes of the soul with its blank hollow view of life gleamed for a few moments before he gave up the ghost.
The few words spoken of Jesus and his love for him were absorbed deep within his being and his spirit was born again and re-united with his loving creator.
That night in his little home, the tears and weeping for those still out there turned to overwhelming joy as the Lord touched his servants heart again and showed all heaven rejoicing and the soul under the bridge standing in their midst with Jesus holding him.
“Well done my friend.”

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