The widow asked that hardened judge
To give her justice day by day,
She had no bribes, connections, fame,
But he would learn that she could pray.
She came each time the court convened,
The aides could count on her return;
Through heat and rain the widow came –
Each time the judge her case would spurn.
She did not know she’d worn him down
And yet he told himself at last,
“Next time she comes I’ll judge her case
So I’ll no longer feel harassed.”
Next morning when the widow woke
She put her shoes on weary feet
And walked again to face the judge
Assuming things would just repeat.
That day she found herself avenged –
How sweet the answer must have been!
What if she’d said, ‘It is no use’
And failed to go that day again?
Our Father loves to answer prayer
Unlike the judge the widow knew,
But when the Savior comes again
Will He find faith like hers in you?
Christina Joy Hommes