Take My hand.
Take My heart.
Take My life
to be wholly yours.
Take My strength.
Take My sight
to help you see.
Take My arm.
Take My heart,
and tell others
what it's like.
Take My passion
for the lost.
Take and do not
hold it back.
Take My goodness
deep within you.
It will heal
brokenness
and bring quiet
to your memory of pain.
Blind your eyes
to evil,
and refuse to look at
hurt and harm inflicted
for showtime profit.
Close your ears
to blasphemy
spoken about Me.
The enemy is
defenseless
when faced with pure truth
agreed on between us.
There is a day coming
where everything will fall.
Take My hand.
1 comment:
This poem is like catching fragments of the Lord speaking to different people.
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