Friday, 5 February 2016

He says come.

I despair.
He says, My grace is sufficient.
I fear.
He says, I am faithful.
I weep.
He says, I carry you even now.
I yearn.
He says, I fulfill.

I analyse and intellectualize what I do not understand.
He says, I will give you peace beyond understanding.
I become angry and hard.

He says, Come.
I become bitter. I sit with my questions.  My eyes rolls. My head shakes. My soul overturns.
He says, Come.
I become fractured. I howl at God. I stumble in darkness. And crisis grips my heart.
He says, Come.
He says, Come.
He says, Come.

Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. Come, let's dance again.
Come to me, all of you who are tired from carrying heavy loads, and I will give you rest.  Matthew 11:2.