I wrote this poem early in 1980, just after I was saved by His matchless grace.

Behold!

A joyful sound awoke me

Where I lay in drunken sleep;

On pristine pools the patter

Of God’s precious rain from heav’n.

Gently a finger so warm

Touched open my cold closed eyes.

I looked then and saw where lay

Revealed the ancient garden.

Promised to one before me

Who fell to be as a God,

This land now called me to life,

As near, a sweet voice I heard

"Come, be now present with me

In the hour of the banquet;

You, my chosen, my beloved."

The golden white king led me

To a mountain in the midst,

Where multitudes were singing

With the eloquence of joy.

Like the sun rising in strength

Were those rejoicing in Him,

And I became another

Of those who rightly loved Him.