<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367740" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poet that Prayed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A precious pilgrim poet prayed<br>Because no words would come, <br>He asked God if he'd disobeyed, <br>Because his heart felt numb...<br>A vision formed within his mind, <br>Like none he'd seen before, <br>With white-hot furnace gold refined<br>God stretched from shore to shore...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like molten lava from the Lord, <br>The streets were paved with gold...<br>As if God's grace had been outpoured<br>For all men to behold...<br>As if the old paths must be changed, <br>Transformed by Jesus Christ<br>And once the streets were rearranged, <br>God's might was realised...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus those that fled could now return, <br>When God made all things new, <br>With wonders they could share and learn, <br>To know what they must do...<br>The poet asked the Lord's advice, <br>Were these streets here on Earth, <br>Or were they streets in Paradise<br>And of some future worth? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lord replied, the streets were those<br>Where Gospel truths are taught...<br>Where love can blossom like the rose, <br>Through peace that Christ has bought...<br>His Blood atones for souls set free, <br>No matter, young or old...<br>It's by our faith in Calvary, <br>Saints' streets are paved with gold...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(July 2011)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367740" data-title="The Poet that Prayed de Denis Martindale" data-description="A precious pilgrim poet prayed Because no words would come, He asked God if he'd disobeyed, Because his heart felt numb... A vision formed within his mind, Like none he'd seen before, With white-hot furnace gold refined God stretched from shor..."></div> </div> </div>

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