Daisy Osborne, Evangelist

The woman had come to the
Big Tent in this meeting for people
Of the sub-continent.
Land of tigers and monsoon rain.
She held in her lap
A drooping two year old girl.
Very sick hardly registering.
Mother stroked the hot brow.
Tried to be gracious through
The singing, sermon, testimonies.
T L Osborne was the big name here.
Many had heard of the miracles.
Desperate for life change.
Daisy was inclined to stay inside. Afterward.
When most had exited through the flaps
Saw the Mother and young girl.
Still seated.
Oh woman of God, my
Baby has died.
What might Jesus have done.
Daisy asked to take the child.
Hold her tight.
Walk the perimeter singing, praying.
Praying also in the Holy Ghost.
Ten minutes of this.
“Mother see your baby breathes, cuddles.
Jesus is here for both of you. Alive. Look.”
She looked, grasped, screamed.
“Oh Sister Daisy.
My baby was blind.
This one sees!”


(True story from an Eastern tent meeting. Exceedingly abundantly above all that we might ask or think. Sometime in the late sixties.)