A Friends Poem

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Originally Posted by Colossians
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The Throne Room

There was incredible expectancy, amongst the thousands in the crowd,
All were waiting here, you see, for that triumphant trumpet sound;

Raise my head and try to see, I couldn’t count them all,
Seemed as though the universe had souls from wall to wall!

Rich and poor, great and low, all kinds of souls were there,
Not one considered above another, God was truly fair;

And every now and then a “Hallelujah!” would resound,
As another smiling face arrived, who was lost but now was found;

But the greatest time expected, had not as yet arrived,
The time when every soul would see the One who made alive;

“Must be plenty going on, behind the gates”, thought I,
As a flutter of wings, made me look up, to a cherub flying by;

“Must hurry, must hurry”, he muttered, “no time to sit and rest,
For the most beautiful Bride that ever was, the Master wants the best!”;

Suddenly the trumpet sounded, better than expected,
And the way each face lit up for joy, ’twas like the sun reflected!

The gates of pearl opened wide, so all could enter in,
Then thundered out a voice behind, “Let the procession begin!”;

The first name was read out loud, the first to enter in,
Oh if only I were first, what a privilege ’twould have been!

There was no response immediately, at least that I could see,
Must have been for one beyond, far away from me;

But slow the crowd, moved aside, for an insignificant man,
With tattered clothes, and worn out shoes, and nothing in his hands;

And I wondered what this man had done, to deserve such a calling,
He must have saved many a soul, and kept many others from falling!

On and on, the names were read, their owners all responding,
Though filled with joy, no tears were shed, ’twas the end of all their mourning;

“Look!”, cried one, “the man from prison, to his cell I’d often been,
And there, the evangelist, oh what’s his name, you know the one I mean!”;

Then at last my name was read, and how my soul did thrill!
No number of people, no mighty arm, could have kept me standing still;

With heart in mouth, and eyes wide open, I bold approached the throne,
The splendour there, and majesty, I could scarce contain alone!

At last I saw, the face of the One, to whom I’d been betrothed,
And on bended knee, I bowed my head, ’fore the Man with tattered clothes.


“the Last shall be first” Mt 19:30

 

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I remember it was in the afternoon on some weekend when I visited John at his place. We got talking about the Lord and the scriptures as was usual for us and then he disappeared into his bedroom and came out with a handful of A4 papers with some poems which he had written.

He recited each one to me probably in the order presented in this thread. I remember marvelling at their beauty and form and when he had finished I grabbed them an went through them again privately. I remember that I liked this one the most and still do.




Unfortunately the thread is no longer accessible to be reproduced fully here.
The above is my initial response at the time of their publication, within which I had duplicated this particular poem…from memory there were four.

May you enjoy this example as much as I do.

All comments should rightly be addressed to the author Colossians exclusively

 

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May you enjoy this example as much as I do.

All comments should rightly be addressed to the author Colossians exclusively




A Cleaning Woman’s Testimony

The alarm rang out loud, another day began,
Oh when would it end, this plight of man?
Drudgery, drudgery, grime, and mirk,
What could be worse than a day at work?

“Lord Jesus”, she cried, “I’m tired and depressed,
Give me the strength to get up and get dressed”;
“My daughter”, He answered, “arise and prepare,
With your Saviour today, you’ve still more to bear”;

So with undaunted love, somehow she managed,
To button her dress with hands so damaged;
Then into the dawn, in the cold frosty air,
Still she knew He was Lord, even out there;

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Forty seats and a driver, for a solitary one,
Peering through a window at a pavement so glum;
The seat right beside her looked lonely and bare,
She had forgotten to remember Who was sitting right there;

And just when He’d be too completely ignored,
He gently reminded her He was her Lord;
And told her His blessings, and told her His power,
How He had protected her, from hour to hour;

And so made her to smile, and made her to praise,
And made her to look to the end of her days;
When what would be present, would ne’er be forgot,
And what had transpired, as though it had not;

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Then into the cold again, the light still quite dim,
But not really so, for her light was in Him;
“Fairest Lord Jesus, be my all in all,
Keep me safe and warm, in summer or fall”;
“My daughter, I love you, in Me you should rest,
This is the faith I’m wanting to test”;

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So into the kitchens, to scrub and to clean,
Her only enjoyment was but to dream;
Her mind set firm, she set to her chores,
Not unto man, but as unto the Lord;

Yet as hours passed slowly, again came her fears,
Hence many a floor has been wet with her tears;
And if not for the faithfulness of Jesus her king,
I doubt she would have cleaned much, no not a thing;

For as Satan would tell her she was of no worth,
And that she’d never be one who’d inherit the earth;
The Lord would defend her, and give her His Word,
And so it would vanish, what from Satan she’d heard;

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The alarm rang out loud, she’d finished her work,
Nine and a half hours of grime and mirk;
And so back on the bus, God’s little Bo Peep,
Head nodding softly in whispers of sleep;

No light had the morning, and again it was dark,
Not even a moment, for a walk in the park;
But back to her house, no trappings for sure,
And where always there’d be none, for someone so poor;

For riches she owned, were stored up above,
Purchased with gentleness, and kindness, and love;
Knowing her life was for something much more,
And her days on this earth, but a shadow for sure;

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Some cooking, some sitting, some reading of verse,
Some wondering, some worrying, some crying, some worse;
Yet in all and besides, her joy did remain,
For she knew He who’d loved her, would love her again;

Her energy expended, her strength still in Him,
Her day now well ended, her sleep to begin;
She put down her bible, and prepared to retire,
And put off her slippers, and put out the fire;

And turned off the light, and laid down her head,
Grateful for the little of a nice clean bed;
And yawned off to sleep, as she whispered her prayer:
“Wherever I go Lord, I know that you’re there!”;

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The alarm rang out loud, another day began,
Today there’d be no more of this …. plight of man;
Like a thief in the night, the Lord Jesus had come,
And taken her home, she who had well done.


“Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee a ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord.” Mt 25:21

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