White/Blue Bounty [Jesus]

You called me off the beaches and into the water

when I told myself I couldn't swim.

Your hand was loving and sweet.

You called me, but I refused.

I smelled of the liar's smoke

but yet You called me again,

a voice bellowing and bouncing

along merciful waves, but I refused.

Long webs that looked like silk

(more of steel wool!)

wrapped me in its sick embrace.

You called me home, but I refused.

You were mine from the beginning.

You called me back to the time of pretty pictures

and undeniable grace.

You called me, but I refused

There was so much mystery surrounding Your name.

My hands were too small to hold on to Your abundant love,

too little to contain a God so big.

You called me to the throne, but I refused.

I knew nothing about Your son,

but I had felt Your love sweep past me on breezy Sunday mornings

when I made my trek to the bus stop.

You called to freedom, but I refused.

A book with all the answers. I loved the feel

of gold around a name sopped in red -- Jesus.

Your name beget such incredible power, and I feared myself for not understanding it.

You called me to learn, but I refused.

I watched congregations call upon His name --- "Jesus!"

and watched as waves of people washed upon Your shores.

Glass bottles with no notes, only sins to be cleansed.

You called me to join them, but I refused.

Travelers like me couldn't understand You.

You were too big for a speck like me to find on a daunting map.

Your hands were far too loving for me to deserve it.

You called me to find You, but I was too scared. I refused.

I captured myself in a box of glory-less light.

My faith waved like a beachside flame.

I couldn't find my way out of the jungle, a prison of palm trees.

You called me to the lighthouse, but I shut my eyes. I refused.

It wasn't until I found myself underneath the glaring sun,

skin washed in His blood, that I called upon His holy name --- "JESUS!"

The savior of the lost sheep. He found me, graceful hands

calling me to the center of the waves. "Find Me. Follow Me."

I followed.

Now my shores are free of borders.

My feet run against clean sands, hidden beneath the light

of the One who died just I could love this life I live.

Call me again, Lord. I will come.

Author's Note

"Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders.
Let me walk upon the waters.
Wherever You may call me."

- Hillsong United
"Oceans [Where Feet May Fail]"

Reviews

[Closing Thoughts]

Awh, this is absolutely beautiful! Incredibly relatable as well. And I love how you wrote that you sort of knew God, but without Jesus, you can't really get to God- JESUS is the key. I love this so much. And the ending is inspiring. "Call me again, Lord. I will come." I'm so glad God has blessed you with this gift and that you use it to glorify Him! 100/100