Wee Hour Weeping

A poem of feelings generated in a dream

The hours were wee
When it came to me
I saw the suffering of our Lord

Though I was still tired
My thoughts were fired
What I had read in The Written Word

Friend let me tell you
Nothing else would do
How I pounded on that keyboard

I just had to write
While it was still night
My mind saw the soldiers sword

In my mind I could see
Jesus hang from the tree
As the soldier slaughtered the Lamb

The love of The Father
To let them slaughter
His own Son for the sinner I am

Folks it made me cry
To see my savior die
For the sinners who fill this land

And for that matter
To see Jesus' tears splatter
For the man with the spear in his hand

Spread The Word to sinners
We all can be winners
Just be washed in the blood He shed

Your reward is your place
If you accept His grace
Before your earthly body is dead

He arose through the air
To go and prepare
A place where we'll have no dread

I have written these words
By the lost to be heard
Now for my rest I'll go back to bed