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Poetry
A Glimpse of My Glory
Maureen Bidess

'Climb with Me to the top of the mountain.
The way may be rugged and rough
But My Hand will be there to support you.
Come! Take My Hand child - and trust.
* * *
When your feet balance high on the summit
You will gaze into Heaven and sigh
'But Jesus - I'm just a poor sinner -
Why did You bring me here? Why?'
* * *
Because My dear child you are precious.
A sinner you are - this is true -
But I'm touched by the depth of the love, child,
You show me in much that you do.
* * *
So climb with me now to the summit
And a glimpse of My glory I'll share.
Come with Me to the top of the mountain
And linger awhile with Me there.'
* * *
Thank you Jesus!
MAUREEN BIDESS
Port Macquarie, NSW

Reprinted from AD2000 Vol 20 No 5 (June 2007), p. 15 |