Reflections

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Hiding in a corner,
Feelings battened down,
I couldn’t reach to touch His feet,
Much less receive a crown.

   

Knowing I’m unworthy,
Fearing His disdain,
Forgetting that He’s told me,
Just to call His Name.

Easier to shut down,
Decide that I’ll not care,
Makes not one jot of difference,
Jesus still is there.

Quietly He calls me,
Though I curl away,
Still my Lord and Saviour,
Close to me will stay.

Patiently He’s waiting,
For me to realize,
Love, not disapproval,
Is showing in His eyes.

Dare I creep toward Him,
Open wide my heart?
Maybe not so fully,
But perhaps just make a start?              10/12
 

Life becomes so busy,
Bustle all around,
Easier to push away,
This new hope I have found.

Christmas time is hectic,
Though it should not be,
This should be a special time,
Between my Lord and me.

Time to sit and wonder,
To worship and reflect,
Time to think of Jesus,
To show Him my respect.

To thank Him for His loving,
His comfort and His care,
To know that anywhere I go,
My Lord’s already there.

Christmas is a time of hope,
A chance to start anew,
To know that we are saved by Him,
And not the things we do.

 

And when we bring our fears to Him,
As the shepherds did of old,
He treats them just as highly,
As the frankincense and gold.

My birthday gift to Jesus,
Is a fractured, fearful heart,
My grief, my shame, my failure,
I’ll let Him work His art.

For He’s the greatest Craftsman,
That ever walked this earth,
He sculpted all the world around,
Eons before His birth.

And He will take my ‘rubbish’.
Will clean, renew, repair,
Until my heart shall sweetly sing,
His praise, His love, in prayer.                  20/12

                        ©       10 & 20/12/2007