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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
2 comments:
Hindsfeet,
Once again...your special gift reminds us what we all feel from time to time. Thank you for reminding us that He is always there...welcoming us Home.
Thank you for your heart and your art.
from one hobo to another,
happy fluttering thanks
for these golden words
strung together to paint
such a rich portrait
of love
that is real and true
and, gulp, ours
in Him.
Oh amazing grace indeed:)
love and thanks,
Jen
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