Maybe it's because God is outside of time--
I feel like I've always known Him.
I also feel like I'm only just now getting to know Him.
He was there when I was little.
Not in Sunday school but,
Outside. I wasn't conscious of Him,
But I wasn't afraid.
I knew I was being watched over,
At least until the bullies came.
That's when He really did show me
That He was watching over me,
But I didn't see it.
Walking home from school,
As the bullies had me surrounded,
There was no escape—just then
The woman on the second floor
Of that big house across the street
Opened the window
And lifted her voice for me.
She told them to leave me alone!
They, stunned
Left a gap in the circle
And I made my escape,
Running for me life.
But no one was chasing me.
Every other day
I had made elaborate plans
Schemes to avoid the trouble--
Different routes,
Following other kids home
I had told my parents
About the bullies and they said
To kick them in the shins
But my legs were too short.
No human inventions saved me
From the bullies.
God sent his angel
To the window that day,
And I know it was Him.
It took me years to know it.
All the while He waited patiently
For me to say, "Thank you."
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