Hubby is watching movies with the kids and I'm clearing off the desk.
I'm embarrassed to say how old some of the stuff is I'm finding on the bottom of the pile.
You know the pile-please tell me you have one. That pile that you make while cleaning and don't have an exact spot for it so you think "I'll make this pile and come back later and figure out a place for all this stuff." Yep, that pile.
Anyway, I found a poem I wrote and actually took the time and effort to copywrite a couple of years ago. Rereading it I'm not sure how great it actually is, and I remember being afraid to share it at the time. So, I decided today's the day.
Hope it speaks to your heart.
In my minds eye
I see your sandal clad feet
Walking along the dusty roads
In old Galilee
The hem of your garment gently brushing the ground
Your back is to me
And I wonder if you know I'm here, resisting the urge to run and throw myself at your feet
Afraid to lose my dignity.
Your face turns to the side
I can tell by your profile that you are smiling
Gentle and Kind
Suddenly we are face to face
Quickly I look down, afraid to meet your eyes.
They pierce inside to the very heart of me
Then I feel your touch upon my shoulder
Warm and Tender
Pulling my chin up so my eyes meet yours
"Don't be afraid, Child" was all you would need to say
At your feet I would fall weeping, calling to all who will hear
This is Jesus Christ
My Savior
My King.
He is THE ONE.
Then I blink and just as suddenly I'm back to the modern age
Where everything is always shifting and swirling around me
Do I even find the time or courage to say
"I follow The Way of Jesus, God's One and Only Son."
Or am I afraid that others will think I'm old fashioned and out of date.
The vision is back
Once again I hear you say my name.
Yes, Lord, I hear you
And I will obey.
My name is Angie and I follow The Way
His name is Jesus
He came to die and rose again on the third day
He walked the earth long ago and lives still today
He will make you new, provide forgiveness too
He will be your shelter
Your Rock
Your Savior
Your Friend
Your Father
Your Redeemer
Your King
The Man, Jesus, who once wore sandals and had dusty feet.
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