“I concentrated so hard on my vision that I lost my sight.”
-unknown-
Looking at the path,
Trying not to trip again,
Sweating not to fall.
But down again,
Tumble again,
Stumble and crawl.
Up again
I force my weary legs
To bear full weight
Once more
But crash
For another time,
The tears begin to
Fall
From my focused eyes.
Sitting there
Weary from so long
And futile a trek,
I finally for the first time
Raise my eyes
From the winding,
Rocky, precipitous road
With giant cliffs
On either side.
To my astonishment,
I am not alone.
A great figure
Clothed in white
Stood above me.
Frightened at first,
I shy away
But His voice calls me back.
“Child. Loved one.
You have not been alone
These weary miles.
Your cries have not been unanswered.
I have been beside you
And kept you safe
In every fall
From plummeting
To end all.”
“Why did you let
Me tumble at all?”
I weep.
“Because you would not
Take My hand
Which I held in front
Of you
All along.
You would not take My hand.”
I see it now.
A great, strong hand,
Pierced through the middle
In the shape of an ancient nail,
Reaching to me.
“Why did you not
Call out to me?
To stop me?”
I still don’t understand.
“The choice is yours—
Always yours.
Love is a decision
Not a forced
Forfeit.
I was always here.
Had you looked,
You would have seen
My footprints lead the way.
But you only thought
To what was wrong
Not what was right
In front of you
All along.”
12/31/08
Thank You, Lord, for bearing with me for so long…
Of course, Christ does call out to us as we stumble in our pathes of sin. But He may not do it forever, or even for very long. Let us not take lightly His love for each and every one of us. Let us reach up and grasp the hand that is reaching back. It will lighten every step we take for the rest of our lives if only by knowing, we are not alone.
-unknown-
Looking at the path,
Trying not to trip again,
Sweating not to fall.
But down again,
Tumble again,
Stumble and crawl.
Up again
I force my weary legs
To bear full weight
Once more
But crash
For another time,
The tears begin to
Fall
From my focused eyes.
Sitting there
Weary from so long
And futile a trek,
I finally for the first time
Raise my eyes
From the winding,
Rocky, precipitous road
With giant cliffs
On either side.
To my astonishment,
I am not alone.
A great figure
Clothed in white
Stood above me.
Frightened at first,
I shy away
But His voice calls me back.
“Child. Loved one.
You have not been alone
These weary miles.
Your cries have not been unanswered.
I have been beside you
And kept you safe
In every fall
From plummeting
To end all.”
“Why did you let
Me tumble at all?”
I weep.
“Because you would not
Take My hand
Which I held in front
Of you
All along.
You would not take My hand.”
I see it now.
A great, strong hand,
Pierced through the middle
In the shape of an ancient nail,
Reaching to me.
“Why did you not
Call out to me?
To stop me?”
I still don’t understand.
“The choice is yours—
Always yours.
Love is a decision
Not a forced
Forfeit.
I was always here.
Had you looked,
You would have seen
My footprints lead the way.
But you only thought
To what was wrong
Not what was right
In front of you
All along.”
12/31/08
Thank You, Lord, for bearing with me for so long…
Of course, Christ does call out to us as we stumble in our pathes of sin. But He may not do it forever, or even for very long. Let us not take lightly His love for each and every one of us. Let us reach up and grasp the hand that is reaching back. It will lighten every step we take for the rest of our lives if only by knowing, we are not alone.
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