|'I love you' He said softly, 'more
than words can ever say
And how I yearn to touch you,
all the hours you're away..
See, all around are flowers that
I've laid before your feet,
Is there not some quiet corner where
an hour we could meet?'
I turned my back! I heard Him, but
I didn't want to know,
I thought my other friends had far
far better things to show,
What did I need with flowers? There
were shining things MY way,
I found another person's arms...and
cast the flowers away.
But always He was watching. I would
wake each day to see
Him standing in some corner reaching
out His arms to me.
'Why does He interfere,' I thought
'That's not the love I need,
I know the things that please me
most!' I'd turn and I would plead
'Please go away...I'm happy!' But
it wasn't always so,
The times I fell, my heart was glad
He didn't want to go
And He was glad to help me..but
I'd leave Him so alone
And never once did He reproach me
for the things I'd done.
Then one day, He was missing and
my heart began to fear.
I didn't want Him there...but Oh,
I missed His being near.
I searched and searched each corner
of my life's small cluttered room,
He wasn't anywhere..and on my heart
there fell a gloom.
The things I loved seemed empty..and
I ran the lonely street,
I cried out just to tell Him, I'd
found time when we could meet.
Then I looked up and saw Him..He
was dead..upon a tree
And there, I realised that He had
died for love of me.
I picked the gentle flowers and I
cried the whole night through,
The echo of His whisper kept on
saying 'I love you'.
If only, cried my soul, I could
have found ONE hour for Him,
I thought I'd shut His pleading
out...but I had let PAIN in!
That night, I found a corner...a
small, secret, lonely place,
And knelt to pray and ask the Lord
to let me see His face,
And suddenly...before I ever finished
with my prayer
Two warm arms closed around me...AND
MY SAVIOUR..HE WAS THERE!
Annette Keeble Martens.
© 2009 Annette Keeble