Still With Me Poem by Andrew Hinton

I awoke today with the Son holding my hand,
Telling me 'Today's the day I heal your land.'
He took me to the Book and He taught me to say,
'Lord thank you again for a beautiful day.'
Then closing my eyes and clasping my hands,
He pushed back all of life's hard demands.
Then grabbing my arm and helping me rise,
'I love you son.' As He looked me in the eyes.
I fell back down and started to weep,
Asking why now His promise He'd keep.
Then He shook His head and let out a sigh,
Tears in His eyes he said, 'For you I'd die.'
And then I saw where the whip had bit,
And where the iron nails had fit.
Looking up into His eyes, suddenly a fire arose.
'It's time the 'king' of this world to depose.'
So I took His hand, and began to rise,
Agreeing to fight 'til Satan's demise.
'Be strong and courageous, and I will be with you.
But do not doubt the things I call you to do.'
With a loving smile and yet burning look,
He left to reclaim all that the enemy had took.
So tomorrow I'll awake, and there will He be,
Still watching and looking over me.