The Visit by Mark Spencer

I thought of all the things I’d say,
If I met Jesus face to face.
I’d ask of those who left this world,
People I loved here in this place.

Would we meet again in heaven?
A question often on my mind.
I’m sure it’s asked time and again,
By those our loved ones leave behind.

One day I finally got the chance,
When He came knocking at my door.
I was standing before the Lord,
Afraid of what might lay in store.

My questions got caught in my throat,
And for the first time I could see.
Everything I’d planned to ask Him,
Were just things important to me.

But here I was, in His presence,
Reminded of His sacrifice.
I thought of what He did for us,
By paying such a dreadful price.

He suffered that brutal torture,
And for the sins of man, He died.
In awe, I fell down on my knees,
And as I touched His feet, I cried.

I said so much in that moment,
Confessions He’d already heard.
Revealing what was in my heart,
Without speaking a single word.

Then He smiled in silent farewell,
To say our visit was complete.
My spirit lay bare before Him,
In the pool of tears at His feet.

Megan (67.127.54.80) -- Tuesday, October 11 2005, 05:06 am

I don't know what I would do.
I'd probably do the same thing. If He was standing right there, I'd be in too much shock to speak.

Mark Spencer (68.122.68.129) -- Monday, October 17 2005, 12:56 am

No one does Megan.
No one really knows what they would do or say if they met Jesus face to face. All we can do is speculate.

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