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Sonnet of a Dream

by Terry Roberts

 

I dreamed a dream that must be told;

My saviour came and I was gone

He looked for me to free my soul,

But I was lost and left alone

To seek sweet truth, and peace, and love;

A task no mortal man can do,

Without the help of Him above.

A tattered deep complex milieu,

Was what that fateful absence cost;

No peace nor truth nor love for me,

For I remained alone and lost

To look for things I could not see......

I wept and wept and knew great shame,

For I was gone when Jesus came.

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He Lives 

By Terry Roberts

1944 - 1973

 

Many people say my Lord that you are dead and gone;

Others say you never were, that we are all alone;

 

They say every moment’s wasted that we kneel to pray,

But I know it isn’t true Lord, I see you every day;

 

I see you when a grown man stoops to aid a helpless child,

I see you when I see a lovely flower growing wild,

 

I see you when the green grass grows over fertile ground,

I see you when a tear is shed, and lost souls are found,

 

I see you when I see an eagle flying through the sky,

I see you when I see the mountains stretching up so high,

 

I see you when I hear a sweet bird’s chirping melody,

I see you every day when your kindness touches me,

 

Armed with these truths, I listen not to evil things men say,

And fall upon these wretched knees to speak with you each day.