The Follower

The Follower

Follow me
And with 
Those 2 words only
Christ turns his back
To start leading
So I sigh
It is my choice only
Whether to
Accept this task

Again I sigh
Take a deep shaky breath
Then 
I put one foot in
Front of the other
Look ahead
Toward Him
Where He is leading
Other sisters 
Other brothers

Do I dare
Does he even care?
Of course he does
He glances back
Toward my way
I've made a decision
Here stuck 
In this spot
I no longer
Wish to stay

He has my heart

The course will be 
Dangerous
This world for sure
I will
Not please
It may even knock me
To my knees
But in his book
It declares 
It will be worth it
For 
After all,
He, His Father, His Spirit
They are the only ones
Who are beautifully
Gloriously perfect!!!

Perfect love, joy, peace
Found only in
His footsteps
Only in His Spirit's realm
May we perfectly dwell
So with one last kiss
I will wish this world well
Turn my back on its 
Brightest allures
And accept 
From my Master's 
Own nail scarred hands
For all my darkest sins
His wonderful, brightest
Cures!!!