The Answer to the End
The Answer to the End
The moment I first met Him I knew my life would change
He stepped into my living room and started to re-arrange
The chairs were old and dusty, the carpet worn and torn,
The television blaring and there I sat forlorn
I had no hope within me as He entered through the door
The bedroom was a mess with dirty linen on the floor
The kitchen had not smelt a home cooked meal in many years
The dishes piled high which showed I had not really cared
The bathroom was a sight, a room I wished he had not seen
For on the floor I lay, not knowing where I’d been
The attic was so dark; the light bulb had long blown
And as He entered there He found me trembling and alone
The floor was hard to walk on with the clutter and the mess
The years of bitterness lay there with the lies I had confessed
And standing in the corner was a mirror that was cracked
Its story rang out louder still, speaking of the love that lacked
And on the rickety stairs echoing distantly of the past
The times when all the future held sharp splintered pieces of glass
Great shards of piercing shapes had all but sadly fallen there
Reflections of deep wounds mirroring lonely hours of fear
And then along the hallway He came upon a box
Filled with treasures long forgotten, cast aside like smelly socks
A glint then caught His eye and He carefully bent down
For in amongst this treasure trove was a beautiful white gown
I stepped back in surprise from the radiance, like the sun
Its workmanship was perfect, not a thread was left undone
The sleeves were etched with fine spun gold, with diamonds intertwined
And pearls were scattered here and there, with pure satin it was lined
Never before in my whole life had my eye held such perfection
And here it was in this sad place that held no clear direction.
He moved out to the garden where the grass was past knee high
The weeds had overtaken and had caused the flowers to die
The rose bush was bent over and all the roses drooped
The fruit trees looked so sad as the trunks had all but stooped.
He quietly set to work and rolled up both His sleeves
He mowed the grass that was so thick and racked the fallen leaves
Then at the end of day He turned and went inside
I wanted so to run away and find a place to hide
He shined all the woodwork then vacuumed up the dust
He polished all the silver which had nearly turned to rust
He changed the sheets upon my bed, replaced them with fine linen
Then picked up from the floor all the secret sins I’d hidden
He went into the bathroom and picked up my crumpled shell
And gently washed me with His tears that had a story to tell
We went into the kitchen and I’ll never forget that day
For every dish was sparkling clean and neatly stacked away
He led me to the bedroom and there upon the bed
Laid the beautiful white gown with these words etched in the thread
‘This belongs to you, My child, for I’ve come to dwell with you,
In this place that I have cleansed and transformed to start anew
This is the gown of My Creation, tenderly woven from My heart
And it’s yours for Our great wedding when We join to never part’
Then it came to me quite sudden as I looked on the clean floor
That if I hadn’t answered that gentle knocking on my door
My house would still be broken with the garden filled with weeds
And the lounge room would still echo lonely nights and selfish deeds
But I am so pleased I answered and allowed Him to house clean
For my house is now in order and its beauty is redeemed
I will always be so grateful for this wonderful kind friend
For you see His Name is Jesus and He’s the Answer to the end.
©J.M.Smith 1992
