Holy terror has no cartoon worthy of the emotion, so you will need use your imagination, for this one.
This morning, at 05:56AM I awoke to a sound louder and sharper than a .44 mag being fired next to my head. My eyes popped open, somewhat quickly, to see the interior of my bedroom, lit up like Sheckaina(sp?) Glory Light, a brilliant, white, dazzling light; similar to what some deduce the Rapture of the Church would be like to an unsaved person. Needless to say, I immediately was concerned, and spent some extra normal prayer-time with Jesus. That is the event that prompted what I offer in this praise poem, my rendition of my thoughts and emotions:
Crack of Dawn
By Arley Steinhour 062411
Bang of Lightning at Crack of Dawn,
Flash of light in Blink of Eye,
Brought me out of bed without a yawn,
Out the window is clear blue sky.
My normal stretchy wake up,
My normal smack of lips,
More like spastic hick-up,
And launching of big ships.
I fluttered over bed somewhere,
Wondering if Rapture did start my day,
Crashing back in panicked prayer,
Left Behind, Un-forgiven Stray.
The crispness of the thunder sound,
Like a Magnum Forty-Four,
Searched my body like Lost and Found,
Finding no bloody gore.
No way, I'd wake up slow and easy,
With panic forcing instant start,
Left Behind would make me feel sleazy,
I could die, with but a broken heart.
The panicked thoughts abounded strong,
How could this be today,
Snatching on this day unfounded,
Only recourse is to Pray.
My heart cried out to supplicate,
My hands clasped tight in front,
What had I left undone of late,
To have Salvation fraught with want.
It took a while to settle down,
The fear ran clean to the bone,
I should have a linen gown,
Praising You before the throne.
I wasn't gone but still in bed,
Eyes wide open from what I'd dreamed,
Upon my pillow was my head,
Nightmare over, or so it seemed.
The warmness of your love for me,
Told me you are always there,
Shining from face for world to see,
Full of your Love beyond compare.