Save him, Oh! Lord!

My attention was drawn to one poorly-dressed woman in Salvation Army dress―whose face could be clearly seen, as she knelt in prayer. 

She was imploring that her precious boy might be saved from the power of drink. 

Save him, Oh! Lord!

I watched her through the prayer. 

There was so much of agony in her face. 

I watched a party she could not see―a trio of spirits who compassed her about. 

They too seemed to be pleading for help from some higher source.

 

Scarcely had her voice ceased, when a young girl―an angel of light, dressed in pure white, with shining eyes and glad face, led in a young man who―by his dress and bloated face―showed how low he had fallen. 

She led him to his mother―who had just risen, and was standing. 

 

I've been outside with the toughs, mother, and heard you pray for me, your boy, and I could not help coming to you, and saying―

I will stop drinking―I will serve God. 

I did not stop to hear more, for there was such a noise of prayer and praise. 

But then I saw an answered prayer―answered by spirit-friends who, at that time, had power to respond. 

My thought was―

Oh; I hope it will last.

 

Golden Gleams from the Heavenly Light