The InvitationA Poem by BLFKI am offering you an invitation to watch from afar. . . Come on in. Come watch.I see a beautiful face with a look of healing and hope bursting forth like crystals from deep within her heart While I observe, I see a freedom in her steps, as she dances back and forth in the grassy meadow Her passion is causing my heart to stir and beat fast I hear His delicate voice calling and I see Him smiling through her I am wondering if the love that fills her can fill the very core of me I am broken, tired and in need of a touch from heaven I can hear Him saying “come in, come home to My outstretched arms, come in” She is dancing as the sun is setting I am coming to see that this is an invitation for a new beginning and that in this new beginning my chains will lose their hold while I run to Him “Come in, come home, come in,” He is calling over and over in a gentle whisper She is dancing slowly, ever so beautifully and elegantly, with Him Though He is invisible, I can see She has accepted His invitation to be whole and it’s His love that is making her glow like all the stars in The sky combined He is calling, calling, calling Another person has come to the meadow-one who is broken as I was It is a girl She is watching me I begin to run and I realize that my surrender will look like dancing I will resemble the face that I saw when I first entered the meadow-- healing and hope will burst forth like crystals from deep within my heart The girl will observe as I experience freedom in my steps, and she will observe as I dance back and forth in the grassy meadow My passion for Him will cause her heart to stir and beat fast, and she will begin to hear His delicate voice calling This is His invitation to you. He is saying: Come in! Come home to My outstretched arms! Come in! [Based around Psalm 100]
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1 Review Added on March 1, 2010 Last Updated on March 1, 2010 AuthorBLFKfollow the yellow brick roadAboutWith each page, pen-marked fingers and feelings poured out, I see the work I have spent to write. Everytime my experiences find a place on paper, I am seen transparent... Leaving readers to see what I.. more..Writing
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