Near his drawn out end on earth

Crushed in spirit

Broken in body

Thrown aside by the world as trash

Tossed onto the forgotten dung heap of humanity,

In the shadows

Always in the dark shadows

Seen but unseen,


Rejected even by family and friends,

During times that felt like ancient Job in suffering.

Light of the world dims more and more,

Body slowly, steadily wastes away before my own eyes.

Then, a man of divine mystery, a man of love walked by my life,

I called out His Name, He answered me,

A hand of love touched me,

From heaven and the invisible realm,

Place of pure and holy angels

And all that is truly clean and good,

The very hand that strokes the faces of newborn babies,

That hand touched me!

It was like a dream

One short step of faith followed, then another

Until we all looked and saw and realized,

We were healed, we were clean again!

Our lives given back, plus now much more,

We had become new!

As I ran back my heart fluttered

Overflowed with life and wonder and new joy,

In gladness and thanksgiving I fell before this One;

As a living sacrifice

All my life somehow an offering to Him.

As someone who was dead, will that was numb

Now given a new life

And raised up before my Healer,

To stand clean before my Lord,

To always honor first my God!





About Gary Bertnick

I was a Minnesota teenager in the late 1960's. I was drafted into the military after an intense time at an engineering school. As a graduate chemical engineer and former athlete, I became a Marine Corps private. The Lord spoke to me through a friend while visiting Rapid City,S.D. My true discipleship began in Southern California and was boosted through association with Morris Cerullo Ministry and others. I fed upon the Scriptures and have learned to be led by the Holy Spirit. I know what the fear of the Lord is. What I write is done to honor the Lord and to touch the lives of those who know Him as well as those who should.
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