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ANALOGIES OR REALITIES
So many instructions
I’ve been trying to walk,
In life, as pertaining to me.
I find myself thinking,
Oh no, not this;
Another analogy!
You say, come as a child;
Come, sit on My lap.
Then, why, I wonder,
Do I feel so trapped?
You said, Hate my life;
You said, I must die.
I’m really trying to understand why.
I thought You did this
So that I could live.
I really thought that
That’s what you said.
I so understand that I don’t deserve
All that you did for me;
But I need more than words
Here, in this life
And clever analogies.
Did you pay for sin?
Am I righteous or not?
Am I free from the law?
Men tell me I’m not.
I thought I was free
To walk in this “good”.
At least that’s the way
That I understood...
Your good news that thrilled me;
And favor unearned,
That was easy entreated,
Not hard to discern.
You say, Come as a child
With no inhibitions
And tell Me all of your fears.
Your response to this way
Of truth is this:
I will wipe away all of your tears
 I’m wondering now
If I can’t grow-up
With my feet planted here,
in this earth.
Can maturity only come
In Your arms,
In the land of original birth?
Is the “narrow gate”
And the “needle’s eye”
Where only I am allowed,
To sit on Your lap,
Without all my cares
While You’re teaching
Your own dear child?
As You hold my hand
And my fingers touch
The scars that remain for me,
My confidence grows
And you send me back out
With a little maturity.
You say, “Hurry back,
And we’ll talk some more,
But leave your baggage
Outside of My door.
My only interest
Is seeing you
And the others you’ll love
That will come in too.
Next visit, we’re laying
On the soft green grass,
Looking in waters
That are clearer than glass,
And You say, “From Me,
Especially for you;
Our place of peace
And security too.”
“You know the way;
Your cry opened My door;
My ears always listening,
And I’ll never ignore
Your need for Me,
That I formed in you,
So you’ll know first-hand
What I can do!”
You say, “This is your home,
Right here, in My heart,
The actual place,
That you got your start.
I saw you coming,
Before you arrived;
The feast is ready,
Come, sit at My side.
“I Am so sorry for all of the pain;
 But you’re safe with Me now
And never again,
Will I suffer your lose,
As I unfold My Heart
And the power of My Cross
That secured your start.
As I watched you bent down
With that terrible load,
You broke with the weight
And your cry did explode
Right into My ears,
And the door flew open.
As I picked up My child
All battered and broken.”
The only thing that
Made me let go
Is, I couldn’t carry the load.
I never knew Your wisdom would rot,
Unless it was freshly told.
What an insult it is,
To try to get in,
To present Your wisdom to You.
To come as a child
And get free food,
Is what You’ve been
leading me to.
This makes so much sense,
I’m beginning to see,
A fresh portion each day,
Is what’s waiting for me.
I never knew that yesterday’s portion,
Must stop outside of Your Door.
Even though it’s from You,
It’s rotten today,
Because a fresh portion
Is always Your way.
“Now, your steps become sure,
As I watch your growth,
Remembering I said,
About My Oath:
I swore by Myself,
Because there’s no greater,
Reserved for you now
And not sometime later.”
“So you go out and then,
Hurry back in
To your green pastures with Me;
Because you’ve decided,
My very dear child,
This is where you want to be.”
I sit at Your feet,
Now, ready to hear,
Not able to carry all of my gear.
I see, when You said
To train up a child,
In the way that they should go,
You meant, here at home,
In Your domain,
So that they could safely grow
Then, go out mature,
With confidence knowing,
Not left to the world
To form their growing.
I think, as I’m walking
This road toward You,
Expecting to come to an ending,
You surprise me again,
And I find that’s not true;
The end has become My beginning!
So, thank you, My Lord,
For hearing my cry
And sharing Your wisdom with me.
Back home with You,
Unmerited Love
And liquid security too.
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