It Is Christ Poem by Kathryn Tyler King

The afternoon dwindled on and on
And I was engrossed in studies before me.
I stared up through the curtains that hung
And saw a familiar face looking at me.
His eyes were kind and sort of young.
The gentleness and love you could easily see.
Though the lines drawn in the clouds moved on,
I could not forget Him searching through me.
For you see it was Christ, our Father’s son
That made me stop to wonder and be
A little conscious of the Great Commission
That God has set before me.

One may ask, what is this thing you see
that the Father wants so urgently done?
I reply, to make the helpless, forlorn free
From the evil, tormenting bonds of Satan,
And to open their blind eyes and hearts to see
How the Prince of this earth has partaken
In deceiving and beguiling as many as we
Who are lost and eternally forsaken,
Forever lost from God and His Majesty.
But I know a provision, I know only of one
It is Christ our Lord who will make us free.
With Him in our lives…onward we go to
Further God’s Kingdom.