"The Master's Voice"
'Tis morning, I wake with solemn care
from sleeping in dismay,
for I dreamed I'm in a boat somewhere
out on a water way.
It all was stark and very dark,
black as the ace of spades;
no sound, no light, not one small spark...
just silence and the waves.
I squirmed and groped in that small boat,
and paddled with my might;
I clung to hope to stay afloat
and keep the craft upright.
and as I fought, I had this thought,
while waves around me tossed,
that I was on the open sea
and I was surely lost!
About, abound, in darkness found
a frightful stillness there;
'twas so profound, no sight or sound
while struggling in despair.
And for my life I shook in strife
while bearing woeful bind;
'cause there was I in dreadful lie....
I dreamed I'm deaf and blind!
'Twas one nightmare too hard to bear,
that scene that frighten so,
for striving there in desperate fear
in search of where to go.
But I began to wonder then
if this was just a sign;
of how good life has really been,
and how it's been so kind.
Then, while coping on that stormy sea
in fright and fight out there,
A sweet soft voice astounded me,
and suddenly, I could hear!
Those words, they came so very low,
and yet, they came so clear:
"Be not in dismay or woe,
there's nothing here to fear;
My will and love I now bestow,
and with you, I am near."
That lit the night with casting light,
my heart began to soar,
for God, His might, brought forth my sight,
and faith, forevermore!
The ocean's crown then settled down
with calm that crept the sea,
and when I cast my eyes around,
a shore was plain to see;
for on my right, appeared a site...
for which I set to oar;
for now I see with precious sight
a brilliant golden shore.
I lost all pain when once again,
His voice came back real strong:
"You will make it to that promised land
where nothing will go wrong!"
'Twas just a dream while here asleep,
but feel it was God's voice;
to bring me to Him closer keep,
and in my soul...rejoice!
And now the wake-up time is here,
I've opened up my eyes;
to me, believing things are clear,
these facts I now realize:
that there are folks in their sad world,
born deaf and cannot see,
but the Master speaks to them, behold,
just as He did to me;
but their ordeal is very real,
mine, was only dreaming,
never the less, God does instill,
in all... a precious meaning!
By William E. Hardison
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