The Night That Jesus Came
As many of you may or may not know, in 2009 I had an actual encounter with Jesus that led to the transformational change of my entire life. This piece that you are about to read is my poetic, simple version of the encounter with Jesus that is still engraved within my mind and my heart, today. But first, allow me to set the foundation for you..
In 2009 I was without any type of relationship with God. I had no interest in Him or what He had to say in regards to my life. I was an alcoholic, addicted to prescription drugs, in a very toxic relationship, living in sin, in and out of jail, and suffering from very dark depression. One night, just like any other, I fell asleep in the same bed, inside the same room, located in the same house, within the same town I had been in for years. Yet this night, was very different.
What started as a dream, transformed into an appointment with Eternity...
The Night that Jesus Came
Wrapped in shame
I entered His courts.
Trembling with fear
I knew who He was.
Radiating with wonder
Ancient power so unyielding
Yet a simple man,
A strong man
He stood.
Clothed in white linen
Eternity held together
By the holes in His body
Where love poured out
Onto my soul.
Yet there He was.
Truth in flesh
God in motion
I had His attention
Nothing could be hidden.
In His presence all is revealed
Perfection knowledge in existence.
His eyes burned right through,
My heart of wood, hay and stubble
He saw the years of all my trouble
And there I stood...undone.
Entirely shattered
All that I had hidden
Unraveled before His mercy
He found me out completely.
Too ashamed to look up
I hung my head low
Yet even looking down
I was reminded once more
The holes in His feet
looking through them to the floor.
An apology in order
A feeble mind could only conjure
With an unpure tongue
Infinite words I tried to utter
Yet in intimacy, He interrupted.
Eternity was smiling.
HE was smiling.
Unashamed of my stature
His eyes of fire
Burning with desire
for me.
His pursuit, now over.
His intercession, drew me closer.
Centuries of eternities
He waited for me.
I was His victory.
More than a prize to obtain
Or as a deed to be signed
Instead a Bride,
His Bride.
With His arm stretched forward,
He reached.
The Creator
reunited with the created.
Healing hands of power
anointed my head with love.
Holy was He
I responded in fear
Hiding from His splendor
Yet I was covered in glory.
As a dead man lie
Motionless I died
Yet my body still alive
For my soul to be revived,
He spoke.
Words uttered in the Heavens
Whispered among angels
Unconceivable to a mortal,
He spoke.
Creation formed through His lips
A universe balanced upon His fingertips
Yet He drew near to my ear,
and He spoke.
Quiet as a whisper
Echoing with great volumes
His power shook my bones.
Gentle enough to awake me
Stern enough to break me
Yet strong enough to save me,
He spoke.
As a diamond has it’s facets,
His voice an infinite of dimensions.
No pause to be found.
Not a breath to be caught.
Dripping with words as honey
Smooth and profound did He speak.
His native tongue I could not conceive
These words unfamiliar to my ears,
Yet I was filled.
For the first time,
I was filled.
My purpose had been stated.
The commission, made clear.
He called me.
Summoned by the One
Whom sits upon His throne
His dominion, my new home
He called me.
Glory captured my heart
A servant to His will
His plans I would fulfill
He called me.
And just like that,
In an instant it was over.
An age-old mystery
no longer concealed.
Ears still ringing
Barely breathing
My heart set on fire.
His presence lingered.
I met my Shepherd
I knew His name
Forever changed
The night that Jesus came.
Amy Basel