you call me forth from the lion’s lairs,
the leopard-haunted hills,
the haunts of my past,
the den of my regrets and failures.
“Come with me,”
and “Follow me,” you say,
even as accusations, judgement, and condemnation swell
around me, reminding me of my shame.
Like shackles of smoke they deceive and hold me helpless,
frozen in bondage.
Then Lord you make the way —
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you,
I have called you.
You are mine.”
My Beloved’s voice is lovely,
his face is sweet,
his eyes are pools of clear water,
his legs strong as cedars.
And my choice, my answer is yes Lord.
I forget what is behind,
and I press on toward the upward call of God
to know you, be with you, abide in you Lord,
trusting you guide me
to green pastures,
orchards spilling forth your fruit,
gardens of your delight,
showing me the beauty of your heart,
your kingdom, and your perfect love.
I surrender to you Lord,
I am yours and you are mine,
and I’m blessed in my Beloved today.
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