"Do you feel like John the Baptist,"
she asked of me.
"You speak God's truth, you see;
yet, it falls on deaf ears,
as tho crying in the wilderness.
God told me to say this clear:
Keep speaking to their fears."
So quiet in thought
not sure what was to be gained.
Then she added, "I see your great
love for all and me.
You wish all would find
God told me to say this to thee:
You forgive the worst so easily."
Still, I could not speak in denial,
as I recalled John's trial.
She said, "I'm sick of being angry
o'er past slights.
You've taught me instead to give
God told me to say this in His light:
You've never held back from My blight."
Quiet tho I was, uplifted and
encouraged I became.
She laughed, "John should be
For you cry upon a world
with deaf ears,
as though weeping in the wilderness.
God told me to say this to thy tears,
You love Me so totally, My dear."
She laughed again, "I can hear
all their slurs,
as tho you eat locusts, hair wild,
bundled in furs.
Still, the world is blind and deaf,
but, Jesus will come as you
Finally, I laughed and to her I said,
"Yeah, they probably will
cut off my head."
We laughed, I and this old
friend of mine;
for even amidst persecution,
on humor we dine.
Yet, her words, so profound,
left me twice alive.
So often alone in His
mission, then I hear His witness,
"God told me to say this so you can fly,
I AM with you, my Son and I."