My heart was really torn after what happened to the church in Sutherland Springs, Texas this past week. I just can not imagine going through something like that. Last Wednesday night, I was blessed to hear a comforting message from the pastor of Bethlehem Primitive Baptist Church, Elder Tim McCool. Speaking from Revelation 6:10-11, he reminded us that Our God is a Just God, Holy and True and even though man may take this outward body NOTHING can take away what's living within it. Praise God! In relation to all of this, I was led to write a short poem. May it be, I hope and pray, a comfort to others.
Fear, doubt, and trouble, come in as a warring thunder. Where is that silver lining, beyond these dark, thick, clouds asunder? We look to what surrounds us, what is amongst, finding no line of silver, a question unconquered. Is this a hidden treasure, we must seek to find?
With a sigh, we find a hidden place and a book of Holy, by our side. In past, this book had served, to guard our hearts and minds; what is this? We question, where is that silver line? Touching it’s pages and pondering each word we find, It speaks, “let My peace, rule this place, one more time.
Our eyes grow heavy, unable to stay, We leave this book of Holy, hoping to return some day. Once again, walking about through this world’s passing time; We find disruptions and distractions that we grieve and despise. Our hearts brake within us, running back to that secret place we cry, “How long, oh Lord, holy and true, doth thou not judge and avenge our blood?"
We open the book of Holy, to hear a still small voice inside; Rest, He says, for I AM THE GREAT I AM, and nothing shall take this Word of Holy, that's living here within.
-Lydia A.
With a sigh, we find a hidden place and a book of Holy, by our side. In past, this book had served, to guard our hearts and minds; what is this? We question, where is that silver line? Touching it’s pages and pondering each word we find, It speaks, “let My peace, rule this place, one more time.
Our eyes grow heavy, unable to stay, We leave this book of Holy, hoping to return some day. Once again, walking about through this world’s passing time; We find disruptions and distractions that we grieve and despise. Our hearts brake within us, running back to that secret place we cry, “How long, oh Lord, holy and true, doth thou not judge and avenge our blood?"
We open the book of Holy, to hear a still small voice inside; Rest, He says, for I AM THE GREAT I AM, and nothing shall take this Word of Holy, that's living here within.
-Lydia A.
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