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When Jesus Comes (Lighthousbob's challenge)
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When Jesus Comes (Lighthousbob's challenge) |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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When Jesus comes I hope to see Him passing ‘neath my sycamore tree Amid the palms and festive cheers Perhaps He’ll see my swelling tears And looking up to where I climbed His loving eyes will meet with mine Come, down, He’ll say, Come down to me For I will sooth and comfort thee Tonight I’ll dine within your walls And cup a teardrop if it falls Dear Lord, I’ll say, can you forgive The sinful way in which I live? With folded knees down to the earth I’ll ask Him what a sinner’s worth Who never truly did in whole Surrender all my heart and soul To Christ, my Savior, Lord of men Now bound for New Jerusalem Amid the crowds who shout and sing Hosannah to our Lord and King! I will not rise from off the ground Until eternal peace is found For now my spirit is aware This poem has turned into a prayer Elizabeth Santos |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
This is so beautifully humble! I can feel every word of it. Rae |
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hunnie_girl
since 2006-06-18
Posts 2567Canada |
this was lovely. i really liked the flow of this and the words were beautifully placed. Krysti ~fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me~ |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Amen |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
Elizabeth, First, I give you very high commendations for doing such an excellent job at meeting and exceeding the challenge set before you and then let me say that it's surprising to me also how often that happens to me as well... What starts out as a poem becomes a prayer. I wasn't sure if you were referring to Zacchaeus when you wrote about the climbing up into the sycamore tree, if not, that's ok, anyway, it was my favorite part of your poem. I loved the imagery of Jesus looking up at you or the representation of you in the tree and His bidding you to come down and sup with Him and I loved the vision of Christ the King bound for the New Jerusalem and what I interpreted as the real you laying prostrate on the floor waiting for His Eternal Peace to completely fill your spirit. I loved your poem, I loved the progression of it, and, also, I loved that it ended up being a prayer. God bless you, Elizabeth, and, again, thank you (thank you) for sharing. -Bob |
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