A Poem

I have only ever written a couple of poems in my life- This is one of them- A Fearful Calling Oh this thing in me- Bandying about my heart- Longing for Eternity- Reaching for Light in the dark. What is it? This desperate desire- What is it? Some fearsome fire. Light calls out to me- Consuming, pure light- Just now- I am but the moth Fluttering to it’s height. What is it? This call to the Light- What is it? This beckoning to what’s bright. Look! It is my Father, The one whose image I bear- Look! It is Abba Father Waiting…………. Calling ……... Just there. He beckons quietly- Come home my son- Come now- Die into Me- And we will be one. What is it? This desperate desire- What is it? This Great Consuming Fire. Come Home my son.............. Come Home.

Revelation 3:20 Behold I stand at the door and knock-

If anyone hears My voice and opens the door-

I will come into him

and sup with him

and he with Me.

Thank You Great Father for Your calling to our hearts and you promise of Life.

Amen