Search For The Truth In These Nails...Three. Poem by Alf Hutchison

Search for the truth in these nails…three

This was the message God gave to me,
“Search for the truth in these nails…three; ”
In a dream so bright, on a cloudless night,
From His lips to my ears, gracious and free

The vision remains engrained on my life,
A cattle train stationary; Jews in great strife.
On wheels of steel in a vision surreal
Cattle trained families; kids, husband and wife.

I walked on the ballast from train towards end,
The coaches were straight; on the track not a bend,
Soft crying I heard, but nere a loud word
God’s ‘chosen’ today, in the ovens would end.

The smoke from the engine spiraled gently aloft,
The murmuring ceased and somebody coughed
No succor for lip, on this final trip.
There came now reciting of verse feint and soft.

I looked in the distance a light straight ahead,
Twas the last of the couches, a wooden flatbed,
Verse now I heard, as the song of a bird,
Flew through the cold night to nest in my head.

Approaching the flatbed, the light blinding bright,
A blood splattered arm burst into my sight,
Wrist now impaled, to Cedar fast nailed.
The shock of the moment near caused me to flight.

Jesus hung there and died there, for Gentile and Jew,
But He’s returning someday, for me and for you.
To His supper fed, and His bride to wed,
Twas the eternal promise He made to the few.

I awoke from my dream so wonderfully free
So close and so near, God‘s coming to me,
He came not to curse, but leave me a verse
“Search for the truth in these nails…three; ”

Alf Hutchison