I wrote this awhile back sine have read it....but it was my - TopicsExpress



          

I wrote this awhile back sine have read it....but it was my dream I dreamed I went to Heaven, I met Jesus at the door.... He said i have a job for you, Like nothing youve done before.. I said "Anything Lord, you only need to ask" Ill do anything for you, i will fullfill your task. He nodded slightly and pointed the way.. I said "down there Lord" my heart full of dismay. He told me not to worry, "we shall walk there together For i want to show you the evil, thats imprisoned there forever. As we walked through the gates of Hell, the smell of sin took my breath... It reaked of rotting corpses, and souls tortured to death Then Jesus said "ok, heres where our tour shall begin We will start with the least evil, and the worst is were we end We saw rapists, murderers, infidels and pedofiles, To my suprise when we walked by, they greeted us with smiles..... I asked "Lord so this is them, who didnt answer your call" He grinned and said not to worry, that can still save them all... "save them all my Lord? this place goes on for miles..." He said all you see is sin, the hope is in the smile. As our journey was nearing its end, i started to become afraid... God said "ok, last one, i could not save.. I cupped my hands around my eyes, for his cell was darker you see... I thought who cannot be saved, who could it be? I noticed a man in a chair, his head hung in disgrace.... he clentched something in his hands, but i could not see his face.... The Lord said of this one is a very sad story.... He did amazing work in my name, not for his own glory... Always provided a smiling face, always trying be a friend i though his faith was unbreakable, that it wouldnt even bend. I gave him blessings upon blessing, i gave him gifts from above.... crafted a woman with my own hands, for him to call his love.. I gave him one and only one test, but i had no doubt Through all of this hardship, He would seek me out I didnt take his dad away, i simply brought him home Yet the more we loved him the more he felt alone He turned to the bottle Looked for someoe to blame, Turned his back on me and constantly cursed my name... Why is he so important Lord" he doesnt seem worth the time... "Because to someone he is most dear, and now is an angel of mine The angel thanked me everyday he could, and everyday he was a part of this mans life, who my angel, loved with all his heart.... Would you like to meet this angel, to us in heaven is most dear.. Just look at this shell of a man, and the object he is holding here The man showed us the mystery, a picture is what he had With a confused and horrified look i said....... "wait, Thats MY DAD!!!" I dropped to my knees and finally felt the pain For it was I who blamed the Lord and too his name in vain with a tearful voice i screamed, Jesus WHY WHY WHY WHY am i gonna be the most evil when i die The Lords face became sour, his eyes became rough... "You always try to forget, not cry,,,,make people think your tough.. You lead others astray, make my most loved angel weep... you cannot be in the flock, youre a wolf not my sheep.. I begged and Pleaded Lord what must i do.... He growled "Behind me Satan, For you i never knew. my shoulders became heavy, i might as well be dead.... but then the Lord sighed and he patted my head He grabbed me by my arm, and pulled me to stand and wiped away my tears with his tender loving hand... He smiled and said, Boy nothing is set.... Neither your dad or I have given up on you yet.... I embraced the Lord tightley, never wanting to let go.... he said i have a gift, a letter from someone you know. As i awoke I found the note on my bed and these words ill never forget, for here is what it said.... Ill be waiting here for you, when you days are done Take care of your mama, wife and kids......and make me proud my son For you will always be, the best gift a father could have.... I wait with arms wide open .....stay safe....Love Dad
Posted on: Tue, 01 Oct 2013 06:09:01 +0000

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