Poetry

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Don’t let It Wait the Night . . .
Jon Siler




The man quickly climbed into his car,
And silently prayed a request of might,
Though the hospital seemed too far,
The Good News could not wait the night!

The sky grew pale and eased its evening near,
Rain and hail pelted the windshields as in a brutal fight,
Still he drove on with no consideration of fear,
This Good News could not wait the night!

He knew somewhere within the emergency rooms,
An old friend lay suffering from Satan’s bite.
If only he could prevent the condemning doom,
With the Good News that cannot wait the night!

With a sigh of anxiety he arrived through the gale,
He walked through the door bearing the news of light,
With the everlasting thought that he would not fail,
For the Good News would not wait night!

A Bible in hand, he brushed past every doctor and nurse,
And banished the sin of worry with all his might.
Storming into the friend’s room, he pointed to his selected verse,
“Look, Friend! This Good news has come to you tonight!”

However there came no response or movement from the ill man’s lip,
His soul was lost, sealed eternally in a torturing blight,
Harshly refusing Jesus’ relationship.
How was the Good News to be shared this night?

In was then the man knew he had waited too late,
His past had responded to prayer in a refusing flight,
All because of his unwise choice to procrastinate,
Would the Good News be forced to wait another night?

“There, there honey. Things will turn out for the best,”
A nurse said, encouragingly clutching the man tight,
I too fear the subject of death and an eternal rest,
I try to find, but I see no hope in my sight.

This woman had no knowledge of the Lord’s salvation!
It was here that the man’s heart leaped an enormous height,
It was here that this nurse witnessed the Lord’s exaltation,
As the Good News was shared to her that night!

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