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)