The church reaches towards me
She grasps at me with gnarled fingers
And tears me from the One I love.
She has become like a widow woman
Lost in a world without the touch and closeness
Of the One she once so passionately embraced.
May Love Himself come again and soften her
May Love Himself embrace and draw her to Himself.
Beautiful poetry from His bosom;
ReplyDeletemay Love Himself embrace us all, wow!
love,
robin
Yes indeed! The only answer.
ReplyDeleteBlessings Robin. :)