This poem is a precious friend's testimony to God's amazing grace....I praise You Jesus, for drawing her close to You!!! What a voice, what a testimony!
The Rocks Cried Out!
I came to this place of quiet retreat
My favorite place of solitude.
I came to contemplate how to die
For my life had been so crude.
I’d had enough of pain and grief
No one understood my needs.
I sat on my favorite rocky ledge
Began to process my dire deeds.
But something caught my eye
As I sat there at Seven Creeks…
Nature in its amazing splendor
And the rocks began to speak!
“Look at me, can’t you see?
How can you be so blind?
My Creator thinks of everything
And He leaves nothing behind!
He thought through the earth
His plan revealed in it all….
If He cares for the mighty oak
He’ll never let you fall!”
I felt the Lord so close that day
Like no other time I felt before.
He drew me near and rescued me
As I sat on Seven Creek’s shore!
I will always praise His saving grace
That makes me want to shout!
I will always cherish that special day
When all the rocks cried out!
I’ll live my life forever more
In service to my King…
May I always be a witness, Lord,
And raise my voice to sing!
All my life I owe to You,
Who reached out and took my hand.
Each day that passes I have no doubt…
Now I have an eternal plan!
©Lucy A. Cain 9/06
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