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 | | From: | JPF | | Subject: | The Vision | | Date: | Thu, 13 Jan 2005 01:00:39 GMT |
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 | There once was a man of humble abode,
One night to him in a vision God showed,
To a house, he would be given the keys and deed,
But in the house great repairs each room would need.
To God, the man said, "I don't understand,
How can I make such repairs with my hands?"
Each room has defects with much work needed there,
The Lord said, "My Son", one room at a time, repair.
So the man said, "Ok Lord", and the vision was done.
He wondered when the keys to his house would come.
As the weeks went by the man would soon learn,
The true meaning of the vision, he had not discerned.
With the joy of the news of a child on the way,
The man put aside the vision God gave.
But from the child's birth great lessons would be learned,
And the truth of the vision would be discerned.
The man's child was born with a dreaded disease,
Tears in his eyes from the news could be seen.
With so many defects her future looked grim.
Doctor's gave them no hope that their daughter would live.
But in faith they stepped out and these reports they rebuked,
For a miracle of healing to the Lord they now looked.
Now many months later the man would share,
The truth of the vision he could declare.
The house represented the child he'd been given.
The keys represented access to the powers of heaven.
The deed was the promises in God's word he received,
And faith in these was all they would need.
The rooms he saw in dire need of repair,
Represented the defects his child would bear.
How would he accomplish these repairs with only his hands?
By folding them in prayer as on God's promises he stands.
One room at a time the Lord said repair,
Represented the process of healing declared.
One defect at a time the Lord had revealed,
He would be glorified as each one was healed.
Once blind she now sees, once deaf she now hears,
Once lame she will walk with lungs that are clear.
Once silent her voice now joyfully heard,
Will speak of the truth of God's Holy Word.
Once weak her heart beats steady and strong,
Once on machines, she now breathes alone.
Once dead she now lives and the truth is told,
She is the house that God builds as every room He remolds.
One day you'll see as this story unfolds,
That the house that God gave them will be made whole.
By the hands of the Father, through the blood of the Son,
According to Thy Word, let Your Will be done.
Author: Elizabeth Ricard Copyright©2001
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