Standing In His Presence

I saw my body lying there as I arose and looked all around me.
My body was still as if I were sleeping and dreaming of the sea.
The angels carried me away from this earth far into the sky.
I was so amazed I didn’t think to ask them why.

Then is a split second I was standing in the presence of the Master I so loved.
He turned to look at me and I could feel His awesome love.
His eyes were like coals of fire and embers red hot.
His voice thundered across the heavens but He said gently “Fear Not!”

I couldn’t take my eyes off Him for one second.
When He said those words they came forth as if my mind was instantly beckoned.
“I know your life has been painful and I will show it all to you.
As I show you each event I will explain it through and through!”

There before me was a giant screen like a movie theatre might possess.
As fast as I could see He revealed my life without one second to rest.
I watched as I saw my life unfolding before my eyes.
I saw the painful memories and the nights filled with tearful cries.

As the picture unfolded and I saw my pitiful life.
I wondered if He would allow me to enter heaven or be turned to salt like Lot’s wife.
He explained in detail each and every single event.
Then He stopped and I turned to hastily repent.

I was standing in the presence and His beauty captured me heart and soul.
I wanted to fall at His feet, just sit there and his precious feet just hold.
His hair hung down from His masculine shoulders white as the driven snow.
Yet I was so in awe I felt as though I’d known Him from a long long ago.

I was speechless for the words just would not come.
I realized I was with Jesus, God’s Holy Son.
Please let me stay with you I managed to say.
“Your task is not finished and you cannot now stay!”

Those words hurt me for I wanted to stay with Him.
Then suddenly the angels were sweeping me past galaxys bright and dim.
I saw my body and my spirit began to enter in.
How long was I gone for the clay was so cold within?

No one can explain it and they need not even try.
For I once stood in the presence of Jesus Christ the Most High.
I am working trying hard to fulfill my daily task.
Soon my days will be over and I will go back home at last.

I don’t ask you to believe anything I have to say.
I just ask you to look at your body that is made of simple clay.
Remember the clay was made by someone and I think you really know who.
I have told you about Jesus and the rest is really up to you.

Written by Sybil Shearin
(c) 6-15-2003
All Rights Reserved
Working for the Son!

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