by Becky Webb

Created on: July 09, 2008

Allured

My fists are clenched tight,

so tight that my knuckles are a ghostly white.

I try desperately to hold onto all things

that are dear in this life.

I am in bondage to

all that I believe is safe and deservingly mine.

In my blindness and stubbornness

I fail to see that the One who started it all

The One who desires so much more for me.

If I would just release my grip and allow

the One who gave breath to me to tenderly

take care of my dreams and fears

I would be wooed.

Yet, I stuff Him into a defined mold

refusing to believe of his vastness and power.

But he comes to allure me out of the darkness

and away from the things that hold me captive.

He speaks kindly to me and breathes life to my failing heart.

My soul finds rest and healing

as I realize that his ways are so much greater than mine.

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