Visions
John Wesley, field Preacher
Like big black rats,out of their holes
the miners, stained with soot and coal dust,
stood in the open field.
Some began to jeer,
rocks were thrown,
but the little fellow
just stood there,
facing them down.
Amidst the roar,
not many heard at first
but silence spread,
farther and farther,
just as his Master had calmed
the troubled sea of Galilee,
till all could hear:
"Look unto me and be saved
all the ends of the Earth."
He preached
the love and mercy of Christ,
in the open air,
beyond the Pillars of Hercules,
truly at the end
of the known world of Isaiah,
known, however, to Isaiah's God
who knows all things,
from end to beginning,
preaching till the tears ran down
the cracked, blackened cheeks of men
who in their whole lives
had never known that they were human;
who never knew they had a soul
or a value greater than a pair of shoes
or a sparrow,
yea,than many sparrows,
till the sun set beyond the hills
while the day star from on high
rose in their hearts.
"Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth: for I am God and there is none else." Isa. 45:22
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John Wesley, field Preacher
John Wesley, field Preacher
