Visit Proof

In quiet darkness I wake up to find
He’s waiting there with evidence in hand,
another inspiration well designed,
proof of His visit I can understand.

I stall, but He persists, almost a taunt,
I’d like to weasel out, but have no choice,
if I don’t write His words, they’ll only haunt,
and make unhappy Him with unheard voice.

How do I know it’s Him and not His foe?
Because our foe can’t stand the poems we raise,
for there can’t stand a house divided so,
the last he wants a poem filled with God’s praise.

Your visit’s proved by faithful words and true,
that fill my pen, O Lord, with praise of You.

                             by Pete Voelz     12/5/14