Wednesday, February 22, 2017

The Call

The sun bids adieu
Stars breakthrough
Dusk's majesty
Moment's agony
Bubble bursts
Soul thirsts
Road waits
Grace captivates
Holy feet tread
Christ broke bread
Do this in the remembrance of me, Christ said.
Only on bended knee
do my blinded eyes see
Sweet peace touches
where sin crushes
holy hands grasp above
for my Beloved
Lamb's blood cleanses
destroys my defenses
comfort in His plan
unseen beyond my empty hands
only on bended knee
do my blinded eyes see
Words spoken
Spirit broken
Living water springs
Lifted on eagle's wings
the call

By Shannon McKemie, M.A.
Originally written:12-2000
Rewritten:02-22-2017


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