I Will
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By Gerald Bergeron
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I WILL
There beyond the Galilean shore, in the darkness of the night, near the outskirts of this busy town, there were leapers who roamed out of site
They were hiding from those who ridiculed, and judged them all unclean. Broken hearted and all alone, and from the world now unseen.
Some would walk these dusty trails, close to the crowded square. In their hearts, they had a longing desire, wishing that they were there.
Hearing the crowd that sounded so alive, or maybe seeing an old friend go by. They lost all hope, being confined to death, while watching one another die.
Staying in the shadows as a crowd drew near, they could scarcely hear them say. Move out of the road, and clear the paths, for Jesus is coming this way.
They looked at one another, and with boldness made a dash. Knowing they were hated of all, and could face a brutal clash.
Yet as they came before the Lord, expecting an angry reply, He said; do not be afraid, please come closer, you have come here now tell me why.
The crowd jumped back in horror shouting, beware they are unclean! However, Jesus stepped closer and touched them, so His love for them could be seen.
Lord, one of them whispered in a broken voice, you could heal us if you will. Expecting them to throw stones in anger, and cause their blood to spill.
Then He said, do not be afraid, its ok I understand. Then filled with love and compassion, He reached out to take their hand.
Tears began to fill their eyes, just to feel another person’s touch. Thinking how could He care about the likes of us, and why does He love us so much?
Never before have they seen such mercy, for no one ever showed them this love. Truly, God has visited us, and come down from heaven above.
Then Jesus said, I will, you are healed, now go show that you are clean. One fell down and worshipped Him, while the others were nowhere to be seen.
Here one soul was touched by God, and would never be the same. Free to lift his head again delivered from years of shame.
It does not matter how you come to Jesus, just come closer to Him, and stand still. Bring your cares and ask of Him, and hear Him say I will.
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Submitted: Sunday, August 4, 2013
Last Updated: Sunday, August 4, 2013
About the Poet
I am an author of seven christian books all self published, and a believers bible study Journal. One of my books is a poetry book with about 200 poems. I am married and have three sons and a daughter, love writing Christian poetry.
Other Poems by Gerald Bergeron
- A Call to Arms
- A Day with the Lord
- A Sight to See
- Angels Watch over You
- Another Wonderful Year
- Armor of God
- Contact Prayer
- Day of the Lord
- Faith in the fire
- False Fame
- Feed
- Freedom's Road
- God's Puzzle
- Happy Birthday Jesus
- He First Loved Me
- Heavenly Battle
- Holy Ghost Power
- Home Sick
- I Am Finally Home
- I Will
- Idol Heart
- In Jesus Name
- Love Your Mother
- Maybe Today
- Moving the Veil
- My Resolution
- Name of Jesus
- Nana's Chair
- No More Dreaming
- Not I Who Lives
- Praise Him All Your Days
- Resurrection Joy
- Saved by Grace
- Streets of Gold
- The Best Is Yet to Come
- The First Load
- The Innocent
- The Marriage Supper
- The Storm Is still
- Unconditionally
- We Win
- Who Is Able
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