My Crutch

There is a moment when Jesus wants you to stand on your own two feet.

If I’m found always clamoring for people, places, and things to comfort me, He will need to intervene. For He must be my primary crutch.

Past pains will cause us to respond in ways according to that pain, and we might use people as mere pacifiers rather than Christ, Himself.

The jealous God to which I’m betrothed will not take lightly my gaze being elsewhere.

Do not let it cause you to be afraid that He is jealous for you. It is my favorite quality about Him. To think that I am that priceless to Him is overwhelming.

If into other’s arms I go

When Jesus is my dear friend so

Who sees to every bruise and pain

And runs to me when comes the rain.

If comfort has become a crutch

With other names and other tongues

Then He will come onto the scene

And take His rightful place with me.

For it’s His vow to be my beau

A dear bridegroom to have and hold

Faithful to the very end

For He is mine and I am His.