The Precious Young Poet

A precious poet came to me, Intent on some advice, Beyond his love for poetry And grace that it supplies... He asked me how I wrote my lines That he could write his, too, 'Just close your eyes and see the signs The Saviour shares with you...' The precious poet looked amazed, As if quite new to him, As if the Lord he never praised, Or even felt the whim... I passed the Bible to my friend, For friend he had become, As if to say, 'It's not the end, No need to look so glum...' The precious poet read God's word, No light within his eyes, No sign to show his heart was stirred, No tears Lord Jesus dies... But he read on and on and on And learnt Christ rose again, When suddenly his doubts were gone, He smiled, right there and then... 'Let Jesus light the words you write, Let Jesus lead your way, Let Jesus fill your heart tonight, Why wait another day? ' And so began a brother's joy, His time, like mine, on Earth, When he would show God can employ Each poet that has worth... By faith, each Christian poet lives, Transformed by Calvary And every poem that he gives Will prove his legacy... So when we're gone, God's gifts we leave, Like hopeful poets do, From all God's wisdom we retrieve For you... and you... and YOU... Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2014. GOD TV and Revelation TV websites and their watch now details can be found on Google. Seek and ye shall find...