Still in the midst of working on a couple other posts…but wanted to leave you with a poem I wrote many years ago. Poetry is not my favorite form of writing, but every once in a while I am inspired to try.
HIM
She closes her eyes.
She sees him as he dies.
She begins to cry at the sight,
Her body full of fright.
Suddenly, a hand reaches out from behind;
Surely it is divine.
As she turns,
A fire in her heart begins to burn.
The tears being to freely fall
As He declares us free from all.
She bows down before Him
For the light she sees is no longer dim,
But is burning bright.
“Dry your tears, my dear,
For my arrival is near.”
Why must you have died for me, O Lord?
“So that I could overcome the world.”
You are worthy of all praise,
Which I will give you for the rest of my days.
