Then I saw him. He was coming,
and I wondered about his intent
watched him stagger, saw him swagger,
‘til he stood there at the tent.
"Just who are you, that you can do,
these things to me? " he cried
"A servant of God, of Jesus the Lord, "
I looked at him and replied.
Then into the tent, both of us went,
and as he sat upon a chair
he then shared with me, so passionately,
about himself as he sat there.
In his distress, he began to express,
the gospel in words obscene
and then I knew, as he did too,
that to the Cross of Jesus he had been.
I'll be back" he said, lifting up his head,
and I watched him walk away
As I was praying, I heard him saying,
He'd return to the Lord one day.
Then a vision appeared, as the mist cleared,
and it formed before my eyes
and a battle scene, where I had been,
unfolded to my surprise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem