For my last post I’d like to end with a poem my mother wrote. My mom loved words, she was a published author and had such a way of saying things. After all of these years I am still amazed at my mothers God given abilities. I hope you all enjoy her poem.
I Walked In Gethsemane
Lord, I feel akin to Thee
For I’ve trodden Gethsemane
In the dark and gloomy night
With no ray of hope or light.
Doubt of safety for one dear
Sent me there in deepest fear
In despair I wandered on
Thinking I was there alone.
Then in mists of twilight dew
I saw there were others, too
Other figures, shadowed, still
That in life I knew so well.
Some walked aimless, to and fro
Lost in fear and deepest woe
A gray haired mother, bent with grief
Knelt to pray in sweet relief.
Friends and loved ones dear to me
I tried to reach with sympathy
But my own doubt drove me on
In Gethsemane, alone.
I wanted much to still the fears
Of a girl who sat in tears
But in my stumbling, doubting way
I found I knew not what to say.
Then a voice out of the deep
Whispered softly “Do not weep”
I wondered if each one could hear
That voice so soft and yet so clear.
“Faith and comfort I could give
If for Me you’d daily live.
I could be your Guiding Star
Moving doubt and fear afar.”
Then like clouds of morning light
Banished were the fears of night.
Faiths fair light rose bright and clear
And I knew ’twas Christ so near.
As I stood He seemed to say
Some are here who’ve lost the way
Go and tell the story sweet
Of a Heaven of Retreat.