He Loved Me, Then

It was in the sunlit meadow that I met Him --

The blue’s of sky with white, cotton clouds mixed in.

We laughed and talked together in the meadow--

I knew He loved me, then.

We often met together in the garden--

The flowers nod – the morning mist would beckon---

Sometimes to rest -- delighting in His Presence--

I knew He loved me, then.

But in the inky, blackness of my midnight --

When sorrow of the soul I faced alone.

Would He still love me even when I wandered?

Was there a light to somehow lead me home?

The battle of the night scene left me weary --

Tho’ I willed my mind to look to Him!

He came right to the glisten of my tear drop --

I knew He loved me, then.

It mattered not in sunlight or in shadow --

His steady love remained time and again.

My hand slipped into His to simply follow --

I knew He loved me, then.

                                                                             By: Janene A. Dubbeld

                                                                  For God's Glory