THE NIGHT I TESTED GOD
By Dan Atcheson (8/30/01)
We returned from the vet; my dog was not well
He might have a month, maybe days, who can tell?
The thought of his death cut deep like a knife
We’re nearing the end of my best friend’s life!
Filled with dismay, frustration and grief
I began to question my basic beliefs
Suddenly grief was eclipsed by fear
I’m going to test God! Is He real!? Does he care!?
I trembled and thought, “Don’t play foolish games.
You’re messing with God, and testing your faith!”
But something compelled me to finish this deed
Nothing could stop me; I had to proceed
I fetched up my Bible and wiped off the dust
I randomly chose and page and a verse
“Blessed are they that mourn,” He decreed
“For they shall be comforted.” He was talking to me!
I’d only one chance, I tell you the truth
In thirty-one thousand, one hundred and two!
It was the only verse in the Book
That answered my needs; it wasn’t dumb luck
God’s filled with tenderness, patience and love
He’s not far away in heaven above
He hears every prayer; He knows every need
I know without doubt that He lives within me!
| Dan Atcheson |