Yearning For The Gift

      Yearning for the gift

I can almost reach it.

It’s within my grasp.

When it is brightly lit,

it is like shining brass.

 

I have gone days

with it not around.

When it should amaze,

I am wearing a frown.

 

What is it I fear?

How come I can

never keep it near?

I need to be a man.

 

I want it close.

I want it to cover me.

When I need it most

is when I am running free.

 

Should I do my thing?

Or, let Him do His?

If I want Him to bring

me much more than a kiss.

 

I need to believe in Him.

To surrender totally.

He will take away the sin.

I can come to the cross boldly.

 

Then He will cover me.

I will be one of His.

I know what needs to be.

I must accept His gift.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

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