A Poem of Praise from Chris Pittman

Many people have inquired, and are continuing to inquire of us, about how Chris Pittman is faring in the face of his conviction and 30-year sentence. As Paul said in one interview, "he seems to be doing better than his lawyers."

Chris knows that we care for him, that many of you are supporting him, and that we will leave no stone unturned in the quest for justice for him. On February 23rd Chris wrote me a letter. He enclosed a poem which he has written, called A Prayer to the Most High. With his permission, I am reprinting it here, so that you will know that his faith remains strong. Meanwhile, on your part, please hold him in your prayers. Thank you.

Andy Vickery

A Prayer to the Most High

Lord my eyes are flooded with tears as I pray to you,
I have so many troubles in my life I don't know what to do.
Lord God, keep my heart pure and true
Like a newborn baby born anew.
You give me strength and guide me right
You make my life pleasant and my future bright.
Each morning I pray to you and wait for you to reply,
All my days I will sing about you, the Lord Most High.
Look after my loved ones from above,
And shine on them your eternal love.
Lord I come unto you showing no pride
In your glory I hope to hide.
I am always faithful to you and I never forget your kindness
Lord my awful worries keep rowing rescue me from my sadness.
I offer you my heart Lord God, and I trust you
You are kind and faithful in everything you do.
You are honest and merciful and you taught me to follow your path
You Lord washed all my filth and sin away in your holy bath.
Lord God, please help me to overcome my fears
At night my bed and pillow are soaked with tears.
Protect me, Lord God! I run to you for safety from Satan the enemy.
I sleep and wake up refreshed because you Lord protect me.
Lord you protect me and keep me safe in times of trouble.
For you're the one that reduces my enemies to rubble.
Lord your name is so great it should be shouted not mumbled.
You've always been there to catch me when I stumbled.
You bless everyone whose sins you forgive and wipe away.
It wouldn't be like that if you didn't send your son to pay.

If it wasn't for the blood of Jesus hell would be my resting place.
But now heaven will be my home where I'll see your beautiful shining face.
I have known only sorrow all my life and I suffer year after year.
I will always look to you as you stand beside me and protect me from fear.
Lord, you have seen all of my suffering and you cared for me.
Lord, please keep me from the hands of my enemies and set me free.