WHEN! WHERE! HOW!
WHEN
When My Lord calls me , I will go.
My voice shall be stilled.
I will listen to my testimony,
There is nothing not heard before.
In the shadow darkness is pale.
No face is hidden, no soul covered
Turning away, only to find
Immersion, none but universal.
How can we stand naked
Our raiment as cast offs.
Pride provides no shield
Simplicity accepted, well aged.
Fear bears no fruit
All past is known
Quickening and anguish
Remorse, cold and mute.
WHERE
Lord Jesus, we are immersed
In the darkness of the night.
Sorrow racks the frame;
Cold is the knowledge
There is no care, no friend.
No tears of purity
To wash away the blame.
Now there is silence,
Blindness in the dark
No vision, no dream.
Where will it lead
Nowhere!
I struggle to no avail
No self pity, no satisfaction
Why me?
No followers to show concern
Each turned away
How easy, how lonely
You are the highest court of appeal.
HOW
The Lord moves with us.
We seek His wisdom in our presence.
He listens to our petitions
We wait, impatient to response.
His words are of full meaning
We see not; all things we are told.
Time is of His choosing.
Our minds recite slow to the tongue.
Visions are granted freely
We walk where He wills our will.
Night extends throughout darkness
We lose our way knowingly.
His Light waits to comfort us.
We wrap ourselves in shadow.
Footsteps are laid before us;
Ours is the choice of assurance.
Tolerance is reflected,
Passion displayed.
June 16th. 1992 © Will George.
Will George Poet
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