Angel He Has Heard on High
by LINDA GERMAIN T'was the night before Easter And all through the house Not a creature was stirring Not even my spouse The children were sleeping All snug in their beds With bunnies of chocolate Merely dreams in their heads When down in the den There rose such a clatter I sprang from my bed To see what was the matter Down the steps in the dark I flew like a rocket Ball-bat in one hand And some mace in my pocket. Not a thief in the night Stopped me short in my track But an ANGEL in white (I was taken aback!) "Do not be afraid." Was his greeting to me "I've come from on high With a message, you see." "Excuse me," I said, As I tried not to stare, "How did you get here And into my chair?" His feet were propped up He reclined with great ease A picture of comfort Just shooting the breeze. I laid the bat down And sat on the floor Ready to listen Yet, right by the door He seemed to be wise And gentle and smart The words that he spoke Went right to my heart. "Please open your ears," He pled to this man "And hear the real truth While you live, and still can." He paused when he saw Baskets filled up with treats Plus notes from a bunny And other nice sweets. "How dare you?" he boomed In a voice filled with wrath "The things you've assumed Lead you down the wrong path." I was stunned by his voice But I could not get out He gave me no choice, He continued to shout. "The time is so short Mr. man-of-this-place And your family will perish, It's all about face. I don't mean your fame And your so-called good worth But rather your name When you leave this bad earth. "Wake up," he decreed As he brandished a sword, "It's time you were freed So I'm cutting your cord." "Wait-Wait," was my plea As I trembled in fear "Explain, so I see, I will promise to hear." He paced and he taught And I listened for more "By blood you were bought" Was the theme at its core. Jesus the Christ Arose from the dead The true sacrifice Washed me clean as he bled. Easter is LIFE! I'm not teaching my kid Or showing him truth Of what Jesus did. Before I could blink The angel withdrew Gone in a wink And nobody knew He'd planted a seed To grow deep in my heart A desperate need To make a fresh start. I'd tell my own kin And others around About washed away sin And the love I had found. Contrite for my blindness Now thankful for vision: Easter's not about eggs But about JESUS RISEN! Hallelujah! Linda is a freelance Christian writer of tongue-in-cheek humor and between-the-eyes serious fiction, non-fiction, and poetry. A former nurse with an English Degree, she edits for others, reviews books, and makes observations from a place of experience and wisdom that finally comes with a little age. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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