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The Blind Man

This poem was written by a dear Brother in Christ concerning his awakening in God.


THE BLIND MAN, by Joseph Arthurs

My eyes have been shielded
Too many years by now
My heart of rock not yielded
Remaining made of stone.
Why have I ignored this
Letting life pass wearily along
Did I not see the answer
Shining clearly all day long
My arrogance and pride misled me
Telling me I was doing fine
I just decided to let things be
Submitting my heart each time
Til the day He nudged me
Riding on my high horse
My eyes blinked open slowly
As I saw I was at a loss
Now let me say to you clearly
I hope those days are past
It was His grace shocked me
To learn,to pray..but fast
May God now maintain me
Keeping me on His path
With Jesus’ love redeeming
The Spirit too has my back.

©Joseph M. Arthurs, 2015
“I felt compelled to write this today and I have chosen this community to have the option of reading my mini testimony. I thirst for more knowledge and counsel. Ty, Be Blessed sisters and brothers in Jesus.”

Personal Journey

Are You Ready?

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Are You Ready?
A Prayer Stop poem. Author unknown.

Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house,
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care,
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
Not one ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap,
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray,
I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!
The light of His face made me cover my head,
It was Jesus returning just like He had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life which He held in His hand,
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When He said “It’s not here” my head hung in shame.
The people whose names had been written with love,
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound,
While all the rest were left standing around.
I fell to my knees, but it was too late,
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear,
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There’s only one life and when comes the last call,
We’ll find that the Bible was true after all!

Personal Journey

“Are You Ready?” A Poem about the Soon Coming of Christ.

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(Author Unknown)

A Prayer Stop Poem: “Are You Ready?”
Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house,
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care,
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
Not one ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap,
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray,
I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!
The light of His face made me cover my head,
It was Jesus returning just like He had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life which He held in His hand,
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When He said “It’s not here” my head hung in shame.
The people whose names had been written with love,
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound,
While all the rest were left standing around.
I fell to my knees, but it was too late,
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear,
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There’s only one life and when comes the last call,
We’ll find that the Bible was true after all!