It traveled on a moonbeam
As a ray of light
Crept in through my window
In the middle of the night
Ventured into my dream
Somewhere in my head
Had me tossing and turning
As I lay there in my bed
I heard someone crying—
Crying out for help
They were being beaten
And it wasn’t with a belt
A victim of their own devices
They were caught in a trap
Struggling with guilt and shame
Just trying to get back
Suddenly I awoke
My pillow soaking wet
I thanked God for being alive
And I know why Jesus wept
His time was up
But He wasn’t done yet
His time was up
But he wasn’t quite done yet.
By: Eldon L.
