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Homeward Bound Beggar
At Amazing Grace's Door
Beaten
Bedraggled
Bewildered
Barely hoping for Haven...
So ill equipped am I
naked, exposed
utterly at Your Mercy
My only hope of Home...
Crouching,
Cold wind whips around me
this frozen, fallen form
So small against this life
defenseless,
defeated,
but still, I knock...
A fool's hope to hear
what my ears say they hear--
--not the harsh, begrudging, faltering footfall
of the Master torn from sleep,
but Running
and a pounding Heart
and my name I'd nearly forgotten
being breathlessly called
The Door is not cracked
but Flung Open
And He is upon me,
A Coat-of-Many-Colors
Covering me
Cloaking me
Drowning out my protests of unworthiness
Enfolding me
Engulfing me
Till i am hidden
Till all is Him
and I am ushered in
The Door is shut against the night
which concedes defeat,
once again retreats,
falling away,
felled by triumphant Day
And I am Home.
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e.a.a. "Hindsfeet" 9/20/11
"I have loved you with an everlasting love"
Jeremiah 31:3