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This is a true story about Alfred Randall. His daughter, Lucy wrote this and his son, David, recalls hearing it several times.
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| Alfred Randall |
A TRUE STORY IN FATHER’S LIFE
Joseph the Prophet, our dear Father knew.
Brigham and Heber, were friends of his too.
With them he oft mingled, in worship and prayer,
And at all times, was ready their troubles to share.
Heber wanted some money, a big sum too,
But where to get it he hardly knew.
The boys were going out on the dreary plains,
To help their poor comrades their rest obtain
Too they must do something for that noble band,
Who so willing took their lives in their hands.
Heber’s duty it was to get their supplies
“But where is the money?” was his frantic cries,
He was about to give up in despair
When he caught this message as it came through the air,
“There’s Alfred, the trusted, the staunch, and the true.
Ask him and see what his help will do.”
Now father at home was toasting his shins,
Thinking of the financial straits he was in,
All the money he could gather had been spent for dyes.
What could be done for the factory’s new supply.
A loud knock sounded, a cheery “Come in.”
“Good morning, Brother Alfred, so glad you are in.
A favor I want and the spirit made clear,
That you were the man; I could get the cash here.”
“I want three hundred, but two fifty will do.
I must have the money, so God help you.
You know it all goes for the boys’ supplies.
Now don’t say you’ve spent it all for new dyes.”
“Now come, Brother Alfred, don’t look so shocked.
Put on your hat and we’ll walk as we talk.”
They talked of hard times, of money, of men.
Then Heber going in for a shave said, “I’ll see you again.”
Then father walked back and forth in front of the store.
Then turned around and walked back once more.
Heber’s faith in him - - in God father’s trust
Could he get the money? Yes, he must.
As if in answer to his uttered prayer,
He beheld a stranger approaching near.
With smiling face, and full of grace
He seemed to shed sunshine about the place.
About the country and weather a few words were passed,
Then father out with the question he had to ask,
“Say, stranger, you don’t happen to have two fifty.”
His hand went to his pocket and back in a jiffy.
He unfolded the paper and handed to father
Not two hundred and fifty - - but three hundred dollars.
Take this if it will help you. Not five minutes ago
It came through the mail, how it found me I don’t know.
It’s money I never expected to get;
Use it and some day send me the check.
Don’t I want your note, you’re a stranger you say;
I trust you, stranger, please give me my way.
Heber came out, by this time he was through.
“Now let’s get busy, that money, there’s lots to do.”
Now father was happy and chuckled with glee.
“Here, Heber, is the money, three hundred you see.”
Now it was Heber’s turn to look amazed.
With shining countenance at father he gazed.
“Now Alfred, I want you to understand
That our Father in Heaven, has laid out this plan.
When doing his duty, God’s spirit guides man.”
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