This poem really is a tongue-in-cheek for the fact that I’ve been gone for a while away from this site. That’s on the surface! Deeper than that is the fact that it is an expression of an experience…or rather a series of experiences that actually took my attention from here, and other things as well. The grace of God is so real…or you could say surreal. Whichever one you settle for, you’ll be right!
Is what I heard
Come back, The Shephered cried out
To me, the lost sheep that ran away from his herd
My grace still flows like a river, it’s not dried out
Sink deeper that you’ve ever done
Enjoy it, it’s a gift
It’s not like the lottery, not a whim
So you can’t say you ever won
Everything back, that you’ve ever won
Yeah, tough, it’s combat
Come bat-tle, grab a sword
It’s the Spirit in you, the living WORD
Not you, no, you are soon about to die
It’s painful, let’s see how much you’ll cry
It’s so you can make a comeback
Into my arms, it’s open wide
Come back, I’m God, you can trust
The operation begins, it’s a must
If you want to be free from your lust
The spear has been thrust
Look at your broken side
Be-gin to wean off of you every thing
This is a process to make you clean
It’s just so you could make a comeback
It’s not easy, no it’s not even pleasing
But it’s something needful
And yet it pricks the tenderness of my soul, a sharp needle!
My will is not mine anymore, it’s HIS!
Follow absolutely his will, how can I MISS?
It’s a comeback for me to come back
Combat is still not done yet, but I made a comeback!