I had a strange dream last night in bed;
it's amazing what dreams will bring out of one's head.
I was a nurse in a hospital, that much was true,
and was so busy, had a hundred things to do.
As I went to meet my patients and open up their doors
there in one of the beds was none other than my Lord.
"Master, Jesus, how is it you are here?"
I reached up my hand to brush away my tears.
I heard Him say my name; He had gentle, tender eyes.
My heart ached for Him. I sat down by His side.
His wounds ran very deep; He didn't mention pain.
He just let me hold Him close as He called me by my name.
It wasn't long before my duties heralded me away.
It's not that I avoided Him, I just figured He was okay.
I came back near the end of shift and there He sat in bed,
His wounds healed, His smile revealed, glory shone from His head.
He had disappeared when I returned to check Him once again.
I didn't know what to make of this, but I felt I had sinned.
It wasn't until I opened my eyes that I realized a number of things.
First, the Lord is everywhere; He's in the least of human beings.
Second, I can't just check in on God; He wants me at His feet.
Third, if I don't follow Him I'm left with palpable defeat.
Fourth, He loves me dearly and finds me where I am.
Fifth, He paid my price for sin, God's sacrifical lamb.
I realized my choice of life with God was shallow to compare
with the worlds of love and joyfulness He longed for us to share.
I had seldom let Him speak, my words so filled the air.
I was the one in control of all His routine care.
Now I see I had it backwards, God is in control,
and I'm the patient next to Him, as He came to make sick whole.
I'm grateful for His appearance in my nightly sleep,
for I've much to learn and time is short and He's always so willing to teach.
Post-dream personal journal entry recorded 9/15/2003
