Poem by Beth Moore

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Poem out of the devotional "To Live Is Christ" by Beth Moore

I took my seat one Sunday on my favorite pew,
I got comfy on a cushion with a perfect view.
I could see the Robinson's................ their on the rocks, it's true.
The Jones were there.............. their boy drinks.
The Smith's.............. they just got sued.
And there was Old Man Worthyton........more money than the bank,
But I've watched very carefully........he's never filled the plate.
The organist filled up her pipes as we stood up to sing a hymm.
I nudge a friend beside me and said, "Look at what the cat dragged in."
How dare he darken sacred doors..........some nerve to walk in here.
My nose rose up to greet him.
I made sure he saw me sneer.
The perfect conversation piece.........he was at lunch that day,
We only stop long enough to bless the food and pray.
That night, I crawled into bed.........
I toss and turned until late......
I reached for my antacids.........it must have been something I ate.
I fell into a restless sleep............had a dream so real.
I stood before a mansion in a crimson field..........
I reach my hand to knock on a door shaped like a cross......
My eyes fell on a message there on the boost......

'This is a house that Grace built.
You are welcome here.
You'll find no condemnation,
Enter without fear.'
The door open before me................I found myself inside,
It felt so unfamiliar..........I found no place to hide,
Suddenly, before me were faces I knew!
The Robinson's, the Smith's, the Jones........just to name a few,
And there was Old Man Worthyton passing around a plate filled with appetizers many took and ate.
A gentle hand slipped into mine..........he gave me quite a fright.
It was that man the cat had dragged in..........but no cat was found inside,
'So glad you grace our sacred doors,' he said. 'Feel quite at home.'
Then all rose up to greet me.............
If only I had known........though he looked a little different........no doubt it was that man.
But, when he put his arm around me...........I saw nail scars in his hand..........
When we persecute those that our his, we persecute him. We have received the gift of Grace and that is sufficient enough.