Sometimes I tend to hold back and stay in a comfortable place sort of oblivious to God. But my heart wants to move beyond that safe place and toward Him. I had a vision that I was in a room and the wall represented safety and the middle of the room represented the mysterious unknown place where God’s heart was. Will I stay by the wall and clutch it for safety or will I run toward Him in the mysterious middle. Hope you enjoy this poem.
There is a room both large and square
Where men and women sometimes dare
To move beyond the outer wall
And move to Him in center tall
Will I stay where things seem safe?
Or will I move toward His face?
Will I risk my dreams to Him?
Will I move beyond the rim?
The edge is where I bide my time
Being near the door is prime
There my hand upon the nob
I can hear my heart’s own throbs
The joys of Him it surely robs
If I leave this softer place
And move toward His unknown grace
Will I lose or come up short?
Will His Hand my joy to thwart?
I must run to the middle of
A world where He is all my love
Sure, He’s found at room’s dark edge
But richer life is His firm pledge
Oh move to center where He stands
Move towards His open hands
Away from disappointing walls
To the place where true love calls.
WGS
5.31.22
