MY NAME IS WRITTEN.

I wrote this poem from a dream I had about God's Amazing Grace.


MY NAME IS WRITTEN. by Nelsa Simmonds


As I walked the streets of heaven
and stopped before your throne
I saw you crying silently
I saw you cry alone

I saw what you were sad about
and then I felt the shame
placed in the ground was a mountain of sin
and a plaque with my name

I saw the angels gathered about
all of them crying too
Where could I run and hide
Where could I run from you

Then an angel beaconed me
To come and stand with them
I shook my head and stood afar
But still he called my name

I said to them I cannot stand
Knowing my disgrace
Their eyes looked right into me
A strange look on their face

My child "You are mistaken,
We do not cry at sin
This pile of emotion that you see,
sitting in this hollow
Is not the sin you thought it was
Its a pile of your sorrow"