THE LORD ANSWERED

Author: Anonymous

When Lord, I asked 
Will my salvation be? 
In prison, prison of mind, 
Enslaved and shackled 
By agony. 

I once thought love was a mere myth, 
Fantasy, existing only in ones deepest hopes. 
Bitterness possessed me, I cried out to you 
Lord for a clam spirit. 
I begged and waited with bated breath 
But my hopes grew dim, my soul 
Became weary, my desires became dull. 
My agony was consuming me all at once. 

Just as I thought I could go no lower, 
Suddenly in my darkness, 
Appeared light. And from that light 
Issued forth great intellect 
and understandings from 
A divine source. That source being you, Lord. 

You gave me the understanding that 
Love was a reality that was possible 
For any heart to feel and so 
You sent me a precious love, 
A love, which I hold so 
Dear to my heart. 

More precious than the finest materials 
In existence and of splendid value 
This love of mine you sent me. 
I thank you Lord, for I love him so, 
How I love him so? 
Lord, only you so know.