#251 The Pathway - Poem by Jimmie Arrington
The last hour came and so I knelt
With my lights and music dim.
I asked the Lord to help me sleep
And dream things pleasing unto Him.
Then I pulled the blankets back
And slipped into my bed.
I covered myself from the cold
And laid down my weary head.
Suddenly there I was
Enjoying a midnight stride,
Then you appeared next to me
And walked right by my side.
I was unsure of where we were going
Beneath the calm moonshine,
But I knew it didn’t really matter
As you placed your hand in mine.
Soon we reached a small playground
And my glad heart began to sing.
We paused our journey for a short time
As I pushed you on the swing.
In time we arose and began again
Continuing on the pathway.
Ahead I saw the course start to incline
But with faith, pressed on anyway.
Once we struggled to the mountain top,
We came to an alter we couldn’t miss.
We knelt together, still holding hands
And shared an everlasting kiss.
From there the path went up and down,
It turned and curved and bent.
It was easy at times and others tough
But still, forward we went.
We walked through wild storms
And climbed over rocky boulders.
At times you grew weary so with love
I carried you on my shoulders.
At last we reached our destination,
Our journey was complete.
We reached our home and we rejoiced
For our reward was ever so sweet.
The Lord was there to welcome us
And blessed us for every endeavor.
Then He promised that we could live
Together with Him Forever.
And when I woke I was still alone
But yet I wasn’t sad.
I knelt again and thanked the Lord;
You were the best dream I’ve ever had.
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