Son of God
"Stella…" he began, and almost choked with emotion. "I… I've… seen Him. Jesus, I mean. I've seen what He did. What it cost Him. I… I…"
I dreamed that I slept in His arms last night
And He pillowed my head on His breast.
Protected and shielded, loved, secure;
I relaxed, content, at rest.
I lay in His arms and I shut my eyes
In deepest, sweetest prayer,
And He rocked me gently and held me close,
'Til I knew not a single care.
I cuddled up close to Him like a child
And He sheltered me from all harm,
And I found a resting place, warm, safe,
Encircled in loving arms.
And each beat of His heart told me I was His,
That His arms would be always there
To love me, to hold me, to pick me up,
My burdens and worries share.
My anger ceased and my pain was soothed,
And I passed from the storms to calm.
My hurt was healed and my longings met
As I fell asleep in His arms.
And there I rested secure all night
Knowing comfort and peace and care.
And at dawn I awoke, and it wasn't a dream
For His presence lingered there.
Blinking back the tears and crawling over the bed to put her arms around him, Stella said, "Pete! That's beautiful. I can hardly believe it!"
"I can hardly believe it myself," said Pete. "Was it real? Did it really happen? Maybe it was just a dream after all… But I don't think that matters, really. I've seen now what Jesus did for me, and I can never be the same again after that. Stella… I'm sorry about those things that I said. You were right, all along. And -
"How did you know I'd prayed for you?"
"There was a lot I learned last night; and I'm sure there's still a whole lot more to learn before we're through."
"Like what we are going to do now you don't have a job?"