Last night I had a dream–Lord help me understand,
An angel stood at the foot of my bed with compassion in her hands.
She said that the Lord had sent her, because he heard me cry,
And wanted to assure me he was always by my side.
I reached out my hand to touch her, but then she disappeared,
But left my BIBLE opened to a verse that I hold dear.
I picked my BIBLE up and began to read out loud,
Such joy filled my heart, the words made me proud.
But he was wounded for our transgressions;
He was bruised for our iniquities:
The chastisement of our peace was upon him;
And with his stripes we are healed.
I keep the words the angel gave me deep within my heart,
And in the morning when I awaken with this verse I start.
God made a promise through his son now it’s up to me,
to trust in the Lord, stand on his words, and completely believe.
A Christian poem by: Karen Fitzpatrick