(Poem 11)

I left that rain-soaked land, 
While believing time could heal. 
I’d been taken by the hand
And pointed to what was real.

While believing time could heal
I questioned if I was right.
I’d been pointed to what was real 
Though His plans were out of sight.

I questioned if I was right
‘Cause it was frowned upon to leave. 
Though His plans were out of sight, 
His spirit within me breathed.

‘Cause it was frowned upon to leave 
I looked hard for a sign.
His spirit within me breathed
Then it appeared, a dragonfly.

I looked hard for a sign.
Jesus whispered, “Lift your head.” 
Then it appeared, a dragonfly 
And this doubt was left for dead.

Jesus whispered, “Lift your head,” 
And wings on wind carried me home. 
This doubt was left for dead
When I saw how much I’d grown.

Wings on wind carried me home
And my parents pulled me close. 
Then I saw how much I’d grown
As my convictions brought them hope.

As my parents pulled me close.
His mighty love willed me to rest.
As my convictions brought them hope 
Hunger for Jesus filled my chest.

His mighty love willed me to rest,
To reflect on my own heart.
Hunger for Jesus filled my chest 
The Lord’s work had spurred me far.

I reflect on my own heart
And I marvel at His grace.
The Lord’s work had spurred me far. 
I’d done nothing, yet I was changed.

As I marvel at His grace,
I’d been taken by the hand.
I’d done nothing, yet I was changed, 
When I left that rain-soaked land.