Poetry For Your Heart
I dreamed of death the other night,
And Heaven's gate swung wide,
An Angel came with halo bright
To usher me inside.
And there! To my astonishment
Stood folks I'd judged and labeled
As "quite unfit," "of little worth"
And "spiritually disabled."
Indignant words rose to my lips,
But never were set free.
For every face showed stunned surprise --
Not one expected ME!
Footsteps

    By Ken Snyder
                 Footsteps I hear following me
                Voices I hear but no one I see
        Presence felt all around
               Apprehension has no bounds
                           Look to the left and then to the right
         I am the only one in sight
                Turn quickly to catch a glance
                 No, I better not take the chance
         Imagination playing tricks
                          Ignore this man, it will make you sick.
      Another step I try to take
              Every time I watch you I ache
     Who said that I cried out
              Don’t you know, we use to talk
          I do not recognize the voice
                    Along time ago you made a choice
                Perplexed as usual I fathom not
                               Sadly It seems to me that you have forgot
              Cold chills have surrounded me
                    Immediately I dropped to my knees
    Lord forgive me I am lost
                           I am here, and will not leave at any cost.
          No Lord it is I who went away
                         My footsteps were behind you everyday.

                                       'Twas the Night Before Jesus Came
                       'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
                            Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
                             Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
                               In hopes that Jesus would not come there.

                              The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
                               Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
                              And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap
                             Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.

                             When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
                             I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
                                 Away to the window I flew like a flash
                             Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

                             When what to my wondering eyes should appear
                              But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
                            With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
                               I knew in a moment this must be The Day!

                              The light of His face made me cover my head
                              It was Jesus! returning just like He had said.
                           And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth
                               I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

                             In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
                               Was written the name of every saved man.
                            He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
                          When He said "It's not here" my head hung in shame.

                           The people whose names had been written with love
                               He gathered to take to His Father above.
                           With those who were ready He rose without a sound
                              While all the rest were left standing around.

                                 I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
                              I had waited too long and this sealed my fate.
                              I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
                                  Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

                             In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
                                 The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
                            There's only one life and when comes the last call
                               We'll find that the Bible was true after all!

                               copyright © 1993 Bethany Farms, Carrollton, IL 


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