These Things Shall Come To Pass
Poetry By Anthony James

From all-creatures.org
SPIRITUAL AND INSPIRATIONAL
POETRY ARCHIVE

Oh, lay me down now my Lord
Am I not done here, even still?
To go about in dread and doubt
That I, should ever try to live,
Of my own will-
 
And suddenly, so suddenly
Though hath Saved me
And shown me
Thy Glorious Mansion
As such, even a vast space
Of gold and beautiful furnishings...
Would be an elevator?
 
Of Thy Glory, and of Ocean tides
That push back a path of sand
For my feet to stride
Where tri-colored blue hues, reside
On the Mansion being made
For my little eyes?
Oh, God
If I am a thing
A little lamb, I am
 
A little peep, comes out of me
When I'm a raindrop falling down
Onto an endless sea...
 
And I think my roar
Is that of a Lion
And I keep on going
And keep on trying...
 
And in a reflection,
A visions perplex-ion
There be a little lamb
Indeed, his fleece as white as snow-
With a crown too big for his stead
Sitting slant ward upon his little head
 
Saying things, like words
That make no sense
To a man's ears make no difference
 
Still twas I it were
And me it was
Before my Lord, His Beloved lamb
Like He, I be
 
Of True Love
In docility ....
 
And He holds me
In His Arms and smiles at me
And says to me
 
"my babe, my babe- this Crown of Life will fit you perfectly"
And I lay my head down between His head and His shoulder.
 
All my love is yours, Jesus.
 
And I am born.