Back Tears Of Joy So often when the hands of time move slowly through the night, we sit by our loved one's side and pray that he will be alright. But then it seems the enemy creeps in to penetrate the wall of defense that we have formed, and we fear God is too late. Our prayers with urgency ascend, our tears of concern flow down, yet clinging always to God's hand, a glimmer of hope is found. The doctors give a grim report, the struggle seems to increase, but yet, by faith, we lift our eyes, and pray for healing and for peace. The days slip by so quickly, though the nights drag on and on, and sometimes prayers are interrupted by a surge of new alarm. God gave the doctors wisdom when they chose to operate, but kidneys now are failing and all they do is wait. Again we pray unceasingly, again we lift our voice and ask our Lord to intervene while our loved steadily grows worse. And then one day God answers, removing all our pain and grief. Oh, the miracle has happed and we shout with joy and relief. He moved! He moved a little bit. He is not paralyzed! The Lord has touched and we've seen the miracle unfold before our eyes. We call and tell prayer partners while rejoicing in our heart... but wait, God is not through yet: This is just the start. We sought the Lord in all His glory as He answered our fervent plea. The healing has been delivered, and the captive has been set free. Back