The Visit
The room was dark, my spirits low.Had God forgotten? I did not Know.
The awaited news had crossed the air.
The injustice goes on. Does He not care?
"Where are you God", my heart cried out.
Your idle hand has caused me doubt.
What have we done to deserve this plight?
You have the power. You have the might.
Despite the prayers laid before Your throne,
This night of hell goes on and on.
My fretful mind soon fell asleep.
My body still, my slumber deep.
Suddenly a dream of peace and love
swept through the room; a heavenly dove.
The message came "salvation's free,
just trust Me son, and you will see."
"The storms of life will always blow,
But I am strong. I've told your so."
A glorious calm filled my soul.
Words to express I do not know.
He laid me bare. I let it come.
His mighty hand applied the balm.
My doubts were gone. He set me free.
God took time to visit me.
Nelson Lockhart
4/4/2011
Poetry by Nelson Lockhart
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Written on 2011-04-05 at 03:07
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