Search for the truth in these nails…three <br /> <br />This was the message God gave to me, <br /> “Search for the truth in these nails…three; ” <br />In a dream so bright, on a cloudless night, <br />From His lips to my ears, gracious and free <br /> <br /> The vision remains engrained on my life, <br />A cattle train stationary; Jews in great strife. <br />On wheels of steel in a vision surreal <br />Cattle trained families; kids, husband and wife. <br /> <br />I walked on the ballast from train towards end, <br /> The coaches were straight; on the track not a bend, <br />Soft crying I heard, but nere a loud word <br />God’s ‘chosen’ today, in the ovens would end. <br /> <br />The smoke from the engine spiraled gently aloft, <br />The murmuring ceased and somebody coughed <br />No succor for lip, on this final trip. <br />There came now reciting of verse feint and soft. <br /> <br />I looked in the distance a light straight ahead, <br /> Twas the last of the couches, a wooden flatbed, <br />Verse now I heard, as the song of a bird, <br />Flew through the cold night to nest in my head. <br /> <br />Approaching the flatbed, the light blinding bright, <br />A blood splattered arm burst into my sight, <br />Wrist now impaled, to Cedar fast nailed. <br />The shock of the moment near caused me to flight. <br /> <br />Jesus hung there and died there, for Gentile and Jew, <br />But He’s returning someday, for me and for you. <br />To His supper fed, and His bride to wed, <br />Twas the eternal promise He made to the few. <br /> <br />I awoke from my dream so wonderfully free <br />So close and so near, God‘s coming to me, <br />He came not to curse, but leave me a verse <br />“Search for the truth in these nails…three; ” <br /> <br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/search-for-the-truth-in-these-nails-three/
