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In
the still of night
He comes.
In the quietness of your dreams
He comes.
In the whispering wind
He speaks.
In the trickling streams
He speaks.
To the burning tears
He listens.
To the broken heart
He listens.
With the silent screams
He prays.
With the wounded soul
He prays.
In the sun's golden ray
He loves.
In the cloud's gloomy day
He loves.
In darkness
He is light.
In sorrow
He is light.
He does.
He is.
Forever,
The I Am.
So welcome
The still night
And the quiet dreams.
Listen
To the whispering wind
And the trickling stream.
Speak
You with burning tears
And the broken hearted.
Pray
With Him
You with wounded souls.
Love
In the sun's rays
And in the gloomy days.
Fear not
The darkness.
Rest easy in sorrow.
For He is there;
And there He will be
For all eternity.
By: Zoey
12-96
This poem was
written while I was still in the denominations. It almost went in
the trash after it was rejected at the Nazerene B.L.A.S.T.
contest.
One of the judges said they could not understand the spiritual
application.
I hope you can.
Exodus 3:13-14
And Moses said
unto God, Behold, when I come unto the children of Israel, and
shall say unto them, The God of your fathers hath sent me unto
you; and they shall say unto me, What is His name? what shall I
say unto them?
And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and He said, Thus shalt
thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you.