A Disciple

Lord, they got to hear you speak.
They got to see you laugh and watch you sleep.
They stood by you when other scorned.
They walked with you on dusty roads.

I close my eyes and envision your smile.
I see you standing near the sea
as the waves crash at your feet.
There's a fire we are sitting near
as you softly speak of the Father's ways.

Lord, I feel your touch in the small hand of a child.
I see your eyes shining in the twinkling
of the sun on the water.
I hear your voice as the wind whistles in the trees.
You are with me always as you were with them.

By Debra Kay Reeves
2/26/96