Under The Cross
by Lela E. Cheek
Saturday, August 10, 2002
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A vision I saw at the age of fourteen,
Gave me proof of a promise that makes my heart sing.
Suddenly wakened in the middle of the night,
On the wall, across the room
Was a puzzling but beautiful sight.
A large bright cross appeared as pure gold.
Shining all around it, such a radiant light.
Sitting in front and at the bottom of the cross,
I beheld a casket, glowing as refined metal,
Copper colored, it shone with such a gloss.
The bright array was beyond description,
Of a specfic message, this was a depiction.
A few short weeks later, my daddy was laid to rest,
A widow and her children were put through a test.
Two short months later my Mother joined him.
through no decision of her own, our future looked dim.
As time went by I learned a lot of things,
About assurances the Lords promises bring.
The vision of that cross and light he sent
Assured me that with Christ, theit eternity is spent.
If we pay attention to God`s promises of love
There are many ways we`re prepared from above.
For the trials and tragedies of life, even loss,
When we know we are under that glorious cross.