Call Me Up

Call Me Up

Sitting at your feet in dingy robes

Faded, ripped and torn from life and sin

Without the river, without love or hope

Will it ever flow in me again?

Pressure on my shoulders- bow my head

Shame dripping from my bared dirty mind

What will You say? My heart full of dread.

To kick me as a dog would be as kind.

I wait, and wait for you to speechify

I wait for judgment, hopelessness I feel.

I sense your eyes upon me up so high

So lift my head in silence as I kneel.

But you aren’t angry as I had supposed

Your eyes are kind, shining with your tears.

A wave of subtle hope and sweet repose

And rivers break down walls composed of fears.

Joyous love, I see forgiveness gleam

From your white and shining holy being.

And from your face a blazing glory beam

I can not stand; your face I am seeing.

Now you take my hand- with your hands of steel.

Your strength flows into me with every touch.

You break the barriers and every wound you heal,

You transform me, how could it be you love so much?