TITLE: His answer
By Melanie Kerr
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My thoughts a downward spin
My fears in solitude grow large
And turmoil swirls within
A question asked, an answer sought
I wait as death steals near
I must know I fulfilled my task
My doubts must disappear
He is the chosen man of God
I saw the white dove's flight
And as the man shed water's cloak
On him it did alight
I heard the voice, a thunderous roar
That rent the heavens apart
"This is my son, the one I love"
So God reveals His heart
But was I wrong? Is He the man?
This humble gentle soul?
Can He restore this shattered world?
Make what was broken whole?
His words are wise, and full of power
He speaks and strongholds fall
Men cast aside their fishing nets
To hearken to His call
"The demons run, and blind men see
The crippled stand and walk
The deaf hear praise from lepers cleansed
And silent tongues? They talk"
His answer comes, and peace bursts forth
My task, His herald, done
My mission ends, my role complete
While His has just begun.
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