A wave pushes me under
look in eyes of anathema
there’s never been love’s glow
my spirit is weak
I tremble alone
you hand me the knife
“Do it. “
die- get it over with
there is one
heard my cry in the wilderness
The words pour out. One woman echos the words of thousands of other women as the hour is sounded.
“I WANT TO DIE…”
She is weary from hope. Desperation claims her breath, anguish has consumed her life force.
The will that remains is for an end – death.
I cannot reach a hand of hope to hers. I cannot touch her heart with my tears, but there is one who can.
His name is Jesus.
Two thousand years ago this humble servant walked dusty roads to love the lost, heal the lepers, free those in bondage, die for the sins of the world.
“As a shepherd looks for his sheep on the day he is among his scattered flock, so I will look for My flock. I will rescue them from all the places where they have been scattered on a cloudy and dark day.”
Jesus came not to be served or elevated to a kingly throne “but to seek and save the lost.”
A woman lonely, distressed with a disease is emptied of hope. She hears about Jesus and believes that his love will save her. As she barely touches the hem of his tunic, she is healed and saved..
This nameless women cry in the night. He holds bottles filled with their tears. “Lord heal me, Lord save me, Lord forgive me, Lord LOVE ME.”
This day as you look at Corona Virus death tolls look to the shepherd who knows your name. He hears your cry, knows your fear, and with grace and mercy longs to rescue you!!!!