New Stuff.... Well Old Revisited for Class

Is This Religion?

Sweet visions of You cascade around my soul, like honey dripping down a spiral staircase. Splattering people as they walk under the cat-walk of my life...

My life that is nothing without you.

Tears stream down my face as I think of

You standing there, love shining on Your face, arms to envelope me...

But I stand to the side waiting to be invited even though when the invitation arrives, I feel unworthy and can't accept it. I can't look into your eyes, they search me over judging my innermost thoughts, stripping me until I see with new eyes who I am , who You are.

Your table is full of satisfying wine and gigantic apples. You long to lavish These gifts upon me. I hide my face from you, not trusting your desire to bless me.

Ashamed guilt stricken!

Knowing you love me, but I won't trust I won't fall and I most definitely will not dance.

There You are ready to waltz me through life

I grab your tender hand fumble for the next feeling clumsy

I run to go.

You grab my arm.

I slip out.

You're holding my Hand

I am TORN

Your love invites me

My shame drive me to break free

You wrap your ever present arms around me

You hold me again. You bring me back the memories that haunt me You tell me what You were thinking when my heart had nothing left to bleed. Your words are ointment for the wounds created by a broken girl listening to a sly snake.

Your embrace heals my inner most being There is still no trust no acceptance of who I could be, if I jumped off the cliff of fear into the depth of your character. But I will dive in! I know that you have never stopped holding my hand. I won't crash, but will soar to a life abiding in You.