A River

A RIVER

I dreamed of angry

raging waters,

sweeping away

life's debris

All that

swirling, raging,

muddy mess

once important

to me.

Relentless,

no pause or rest,

until at last

the waters run

pure and clear,

soaring past.

But then, horrified

I see

the swift stream

begin to erode

me

like a sugar drop

disappearing fast.

Will there be

anything left?

Is there gold

bought in the fire?

Only my heart

cleansed by

Jesus' blood

could endure

the awful flood

I awoke

trembling, but

knowing deep within

my soul is saved

I belong to Him

I am a

blood bought

blood washed

child

of God.

Christ in me,

The Hope of Glory!!!

10/10/10