If you close your eyes to see
The WORD a beautiful seed
We quickly understand the “tug”
When Christ decides to stand up.

For at times He starts a slow step
Then suddenly there’s a pull to the left
Yet our flesh prefers to stay put
But it’s Christ moving now with His foot.

When His heart is set on a thing
A place or person in need
That “struggle” inside of our own
Is felt whenever we roam.

You see if we fail to submit
To the Master and His divine grip
The grief and sadness of soul
Is actually His grabbing hold.

There’s a lesson for us must be learned
When He Walks we give to His turns
For inside Christ resides clothed in flesh
Walking in us are His very footsteps.

November 17, 2015