John T. Baker , Divine Revelation</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=33.htm>John T. Baker </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Divine Revelation</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>When William died, his friends all grieved,<br>But soon to their surprise<br>They saw him stir and breathe again<br>And open wide his eyes.<br>I've been to Heaven, William said,<br>His voice now loud and clear;<br>God checked my record carefully,<br>Then sent me back down here<br>To tend the sick, assist the weak,<br>Bring help to those in need,<br>Make manifest to all God's love<br>Through every word and deed.<br>His friends all marveled and exclaimed,<br>It's great to have you back!<br>But tell us, what's God like? . . . He smiled,<br>Well, first of all . . . She's black!</p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>