I walked with him before
I knocked
he opened the door
though secrets he did not reveal
his love he did not conceal
he spoke many words in parable delight
he made me see, without sight
he wasnt there physically insomuch
but nevertheless I felt his touch
we walked for years among men
stopping to take a break
ever now and then
we walked so long I forgot he was by my side
or in my heart where he will forever bide
he is always here when I need him most
as I relish on the feast of life
he is my host
though him we cannot see
he is always watching over
you and me
when you have feelings of great despair
knock, the door will open
and he will be there
Yes, all we have to do is knock and He will surely opens the door for us. Very meaningful write: -)
Much truth, much comfort. He never fails and he is ALWAYS there.Excellent write, my friend. Richard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ernest. This poem reminds me so much of the one I wrote, titled: 'Wasn't He There? ' There's an immediate connection. So comforting and reassuring. Very inspirational. Thanks. It certainly deserves a 10+++++