A SIMPLE PEOPLE
They wait patiently, in the quiet of their souls,
Steadfast in love
Always persevere in every humble circumstance and task.
When the first call came to the ears of their hearts,
Broken people, crushed spirits,
Will suffocated, numbed
Nearly robbed of their youth,
They bowed quietly as a sudden knowledge of a Shepherd came upon them,
Even without any true grasp of Scripture,
Enclosed in new confident inner peace
Supernatural peace and freedom,
Release from a strong grip, a snare.
Known yet unknown
Childhood memories of the cross of Messiah a vague, distant story
Now, holy embrace of the unseen realm
The calls to heaven’s great banquet,
As purest angelic music to the soul.
They humbly took the lowest places
Selflessly seated, far apart
Yet, thrilled to belong at last
Found to be part of what was eternally true;
Joined to a mysterious life,
The mystical life in spiritual revelation,
Now seated somehow in the Holy Presence.
Beyond the wonders of all the earth
And the world that had failed them.
Then, this very day, a Voice is heard clearly
After so many years of their growth and contentment
Maturing, ripening on the vine,
“Come here my friends, to better seats, closer places”.
Joyfully they all rise as one in thanksgiving and move faithfully
To honor their King.