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One night, many years ago,
I had a troubled sleep
Not long before that
I had given Jesus
my heart to keep.
Like any new experience,
it scared me, just a bit.
It was like exploring a new cave
that was only dimly lit.
I wondered what this was all about
or how it really mattered.
Will the "abundant life" be real,
or leave me feeling scattered?
During my sleep, that troubled night
my mind began to dream.
I dreamed I was in Old Jerusalem
in the evening, so it seemed.
The air was very cool, and sent
a shiver through my robe.
I had been blind from birth,
and always through the dark I probed.
Crawling, grasping, stumbling
through the black, with sightless eyes
Feeling helpless, in unseen streets
where danger often lies.
But, then one day, a different feeling came into the air.
The cold silence relaxed a bit
and sounds of people were there
I heard the crowd excitedly
murmeuing Jesus' name.
It was all still in the distance,
yet things didn't feel the same.
The breeze felt softer than it did,
with just a hint of joy,
that grew warmer and stronger
with exuberance
like I was expecting a
new toy.
Then, suddenly, it seems, I felt
a soft and pleasant gown
My fingers stroked some fabric
and I erased my puzzed frown
My blind eyes looked up
and saw some sort of light
surrounding a soft haloed face
that brought me back my sight.
For the first time in my dream,
I spoke,
I said, "Master, is that you?"
Right away, the face became clear
and Jesus' face came into view.
He was love, and joy rolled into one
a picture of my God!
I said, "Master?" once again
and He gave a definite nod!
And then, I woke up, reasurred
that all was not in vain.
My new life in Christ was real
In Him, my confidence
was gained!
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