In-nummerable Volumes Of GreatnessA Poem by Chris TaylorA poem about a dream I had that made me laugh and smile.In-nummerable Volumes Of Greatness by Chris T.
One night, exhausted and battered from my rigorous day, I gently fell asleep and was suddenly whisked away. An angel was carrying me to a place bright as the sun, And in an instant the effort and journey was done.
I was set down in a giant ever-expanding hall, With volumes of books that were stacked wall to wall. And as far as my eyes could see, Spread an infinite amount of books that led out into eternity.
So I asked my companion; the angel who gave us flight, “What are all these countless books that gleam so bright?” He began to say they were in-nummerable volumes recorded for me, About God’s provision, protection and the sacrifice that set me free. At once I was taken aback; by the magnitude of it all, For it was too much to measure; reaching down the perpetual hall. I didn’t want to be rude; but I couldn’t quell my query. I said: “This couldn’t possibly be all about my life so dreary?”
“Oh yes, yes indeed, these volumes are all for you”, Spoke the angel to remind of how God loves and prospers so true, “Trying to capture His immeasurable love and grace, So He sent me to bring you to this massive place.”
And the angel went on to explain some more, That this wasn’t a record of wrongs, or a place of sin floor to floor, But a hall of celebration to keep your faith fastened tight And though you might sleep God’s hand works through the night Giving you all that you can’t imagine or be expected to know, For He wants you to bear fruit; and that it will grow and grow.
“So when you feel tired, weary and abused, And especially if you’re frustrated, hurt and confused, Remember this hall; this ever-expanding place of grace And its in-nummerable volumes of greatness should light up your face.”
A familiar sound startled me awake, To the ringing of my alarm clock which my body did shake. I shot straight up; raising from my bed, And for once my expression did not look like the dead. For in the corners of my mouth rose a smile, Just thinking about those volumes of greatness that went on for miles and miles. © 2012 Chris TaylorAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on September 6, 2012 Last Updated on September 6, 2012 Tags: ailments, all-knowing God, Angels, Christianity, countless books, dream, Ephesians 1:18-19, ESV, Facebook, Faith, God, God's magnitude, grace, greatness, halls, How to know God, immeasurable, in-nume AuthorChris TaylorSioux Falls, SDAboutI am a writer, poet, musician of 30 years, husband, father and follower of the Most High God. I try to let my writing point the way back to a relationship with Jesus. When I am not writing I am probab.. more..Writing
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