The Living God whispers my name.
I do not listen.
He fights for me and has never lost a battle.
I choose to live in fear.
He loves me beyond anything I can fathom.
I do not believe.
He pursues me with His love.
I run away in terror.
He holds out His hand to me.
I shrink and withdraw.
He waits patiently for me.
What will I do? I do not know.
I'm desperate for You Lord.
I'm hungry for You.
I need You.
I want to be loved by You.
I want so badly to know You.
But I'm so much more comfortable feeding myself.
I do not know how to trust.
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