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I let him touch me..
his hands were strong, yet silky
his kisses so soft, so milky
he said I was pretty and I loved me some flattery so
I let him touch me..
In places that were meant to be holy
I’d let him do it again, probably
But HE wanted to touch me
So I implored HIM to come into me
thinking HE made him directly from HIS image
so how different could it be?
I was wrong apparently…
See with HIM, He wanted my soul immediately
Deep calleth unto deep
HE beckoned me into HIS Presence my knees became weak..
As I gazed upon HIS light so righteous my darkness silhouetted in fear _ transfigured
HE could not love me!!!
This mess, cleverly woven tragedy..
..so I ran back to him..
where my comfort would have me.
because well he, …he understood me.
I drank in his pain like truth
Inhaling his carbon lies full of oxide too.
plus our demons knew each other so we dandled our flesh in passion so fiery…he became boo!
But HE wouldn’t let go of me!..
plying the very insides of me I shuddered.
HE put a new Hallelujah on my tongue saying run free
mirroring my filth with HIS glory
all the while, cajoling me to walk with HIM, to love HIM, to be with HIM, to serve HIM!
….
but temptation pranced in and I saw desire curse loudly in his eyes
And so..
No words were said. they weren’t needed.
he knew I wanted it. maybe even needed it.
Time became a foe..every second giving in to the next quickly we hoped..
They met _ our lips, and sank into each other with symphony so sweet no orchestra could compete.
It was so soothing, I called it home. _ defiantly.
But HE was displeased!…whispering within _ ‘this is not for me!’
HE touched me too and reached for my sins
Like a Father grasping the prodigal in me.
HIS light shined so bright my iniquity struggled to flee
I screamed!
Stop hitting me with Grace and Mercy
Massaging me with Forgiveness with the promise of my scarlet scars turning into stars..
HE confused me!
HIS Holy Presence captivated me
Doped me with heavenly amphetamine that took me to celestial heights so high, only to drop to terrestrial depths so low..
It’s a paradox of righteous living.
A Holy God perfecting HIS sinful creation.
HE amazes me!
How HE commuted my broken contrition and set me on a holy expedition
sewing sinews on these bones so dry it made my heart cry ‘Abba Father’.. ..but really ‘Aaaaahhba! Father!, I get tired!’
For how long will I dilly dally?
How much more pain shall I take?
How many more excuses to make?
But HE sweetly says,
Keep coming, it’s not too late
Keep walking, it’s possible, just meditate..
Truth is, I miss him
but I can’t afford to miss HIM
HE, the sun shining on a cloudless dawn
HE, the sun that makes the grass sparkle after rain
It’s really okay if HE drags me to my knees with no chains..
Cos I know!
HE’s not done with me..
I know!
he doesn’t complete me, HE does..
HE would never use me the way he does
HE feeds me no lies, only true love..
the kind that demands selfless service, the kind I know definitely he’ll pass..
and well..of course now his demons aren’t very friendly..
they must have tasted my breath…reeking of the blood on Calvary.
I know!
HE wants all of me..
So i’ll go..
and give HIM the best of me..and who knows?
After some readings and a hymn
Maybe HE’ll lead me to a him..
hopefully an exact replica of HIM
I’m sure you’re wondering which him I’m referring to..
But I think you already know..
Cos if you’re as hungry and desperate and thirsty as this poor soul..
you’ll let HIM touch you..
you’ll let HIM touch you, also!
~sheyla~