Are You?

She loved her husband and child well,
of that, no doubt, I could tell;
yet, inside she seethed and railed,
bitterness in her heart a deadly nail.
For you see, her father had loved her—
in all the wrong ways,
and mother made her pay.

Then I showed her life's real foe,
so to her parents she could go…
heal the wounds, bridge the breach
by God's forgiving love, I teach.
"Are you a prophet?" she asked
once of me.
I answered, "God has all the answers
for thee."

She wanted to know about The Revelation;
then I spoke of coming devastation
and desolation,
of how His sheep will be taken up
and given mercy overflowing our cup.
"Are you a prophet?" she asked
twice of me.
I answered, "Christ's sword will not spare,
rather it not be thee."

At last, she asked about God's Law,
and for her I covered it all:
explained about the great whore,
what she and her daughters stand for.
"Are you a prophet?" she asked thrice
of me.
I said, "Life is predestined,
Not a throw of dice for thee."

"I've asked you three times, all to
no profit,
are you? You speak like a prophet."
Finally I said, "I can utter
neither yea nor nay,
for it is not mine to say.
But, if speaking God's secrets
and mysteries means I am,
then believe of me
what you will, only in God believe
for thee.

My job with her was done,
one more united with His Son.
I prepared to let her go,
another job in on time.
But, as I turned, I heard
her voice chime,
"Please tell me, just once of thee:
are you a prophet? Oh, do say for me."

©copyright 2004 Bonita M Quesinberry, R.C. 011204

Bind Up The Testimony, Seal The Law
A wholly Biblical interpretation of The Revelation, chronologically paraphrased