The Most Beautiful Poem Of Them All Poem by Denis Martindale

When morning came, with sunshine's gleam,
I woke so quickly from the dream,
For in the night, Lord Jesus talked,
As through my life, we slowly walked...

The first pen that I ever held
That wrote the first word that I spelled,
Was in His hand, now highly prized,
As was the inkwell God supplied...

Lord Jesus cherished poetry
With all its wondrous mystery...
As if each verse like His best friend,
The Lord recited some I'd penned...

He spoke of many souls still moved
And of the thousands who approved
Of soothing streams beyond Man's schemes
And gentle themes mid sweethearts' dreams...

I made both young and old take note
With prophecies that I once wrote
That told of future times ahead,
So that God's children weren't misled...

Lord Jesus stopped and we stood still...
'I know the contents of your will...
And so before your final day,
Your final poem is on its way...'

With all these thoughts inside my mind,
Both pen and paper I must find...
That's why I wrote these words that fall...
Most beautiful poem of them all...

The title came, as many do,
A well-phrased sentiment or two
And then outpoured prophetic lines,
Of miracles and sacred signs...

Then revelations came so fast,
Explaining secrets from the past,
When times and seasons met their fate,
Before the saints could celebrate...

Then angels' wings surrounded me
As if they, too, must stare to see,
What mysteries were now revealed
From secret scrolls that God had sealed...

I looked around, while angels smiled,
As if transfixed, as if beguiled,
As if no other wise man shared
The wondrous truths God now declared...

And suddenly, no more, no more...
And all of us were filled with awe,
To think such thoughts were there, right there,
That none on Earth could quite compare...

Then all the angels sang with praise,
Rejoicing in the Lord always!
They slowly flew on high above...
Their faces glowing with God's love...

Then all alone... the vision gone
And just the sunshine's light shined on...
And how I ached to leave this Earth,
To praise the Lord for all I'm worth...

And thus my wish, my fervent prayer,
Began to lift me in the air,
To leave behind my mortal frame,
As I left Earth... in Jesus Name...