A Poem I Wrote

I'm going to post a poem I wrote and hope it will be understood by everyone. I really love writing poetry and short stories and thought I post one or two and see what happens.

Night of the Harvest
Sandra Walker {7/22/2004}

I saw the face of Jesus last night;
Oh, my goodness, He's a beautiful sight,
He was dressed in robe of white,
And it flowed so long,
Off to the side, angels sang a sweet song.

I knew not what the words they sang;
But, the tune was one that in me shall remain,
I knew it well, but could not recall,
But I've heard it once in my church's hall.

All at once Jesus stood up from His seat;
He looked me over from my head to my feet,
I thought I'd surely melt away,
His eyes were afire and seemed to blaze.

Jesus took my hand into His own;
He led to to The Great White Throne,
He looked afar and then I knew,
It was time for harvest,
All around us, angels flew.

He gently embraced me against His chest;
He said come in, you've done your best,
I've got to make ready for my other guests.
I'm glad.with Him I had this private time
He knew I'd be lost in that great coming line.

I looked down and saw angels harvest the land;
Jesus was smiling as He held to my hand,
The saved ones shall see this Jesus of mine,
Then, at once, my person had a radiant shine.

Again, I looked and aglow, I was;
My light did shine as bright as any light bulb,
Together, we watched as the souls came home,
Then again,we, with the angels sang that sweet song.

This came to me one afternoon about four o'clock and I wrote it in about ten minutes. I entered it into a contest at a Christian website but, alas, I didn't win first place. I had to write it though, it was burning inside and had to get out.