Listening to every heart
He Saw Me There
I lay silent, cringing, in the bowels of despair
He saw me crying, hurting, laying prostrate there;
the mistakes I had made, the grief I had caused
did not make Him linger, did not make Him pause.
I had done so wrong, I could not live with myself
but He carried all of my problems to a far-away shelf,
said to me “My dear daughter, it is not yours to grieve,
for all of your sins, it is in your love that I believe.”
I could not face Him, my soul was dreadfully torn,
weary was I of the world, exhausted and worn;
but He would not let go, would not let me loose grasp,
“You must continue on” was all that He did ask.
It is said that He has his own plan for every creature
that He knows each and every hair on one’s head,
His miracles are never-ending
and this I knew, and felt no dread.
Time passed, days spent, the weariness left by His command,
slowly I regained myself and not alone do I stand;
for He is with me daily, as he has always been,
I had been blinded by Satan’s world, and I knew it then.
It is easy to give in, to follow all of the sins,
It is harder to accept pure love, willingly given;
and now I do not ask, but simply continue to pray
that He would allow others to follow His way.
I had lain silent, in the bowels of despair
He had seen me crying, laying prostrate there;
the mistakes that one makes, the grief that is caused
does not make Him linger, does not make Him pause.
If you will but listen to His whispered Word
your days will be of Sunshine, it is Assured.
11 April, 2000
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
[This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 04-11-2000).]