I am always following You
but sometimes I forget
as I manage, again, to
manufacture a golden image
that I place in front of my eyes
and I think that is what I follow.
This, of course, is terrifying,
to follow this lifeless lump of gold.
So I think the only way
is to figure out how to lead
myself to safety, thinking
I have been abandoned.
What sure relief to see the idols
melt gently away and to see
Your shining, smiling face
just up ahead beckoning
in such love that I am
instantly restored to grace
and surefootedness following
the truth of who I am.
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This is lovely.
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