In returning to Me and resting you shall be saved;
in quietness and confident trust is your strength.
But you were not willing. You said, ‘No, we will flee on horses…
A thousand of you will flee at the threat of one…
Therefore the Lord waits and longs to be gracious to you,
He waits on high to have compassion on you.
Isaiah 30:15-18 (AMP)
“Return,”
You call.
You invite. You plead.
But in my unchecked mind,
the lone rider
has become an army of thousands.
I armor up, ride reckless,
heedless, self-reliant
away.
“Return and rest,”
You call.
But I refuse.
I am strong. I am sure.
I am crazed.
“Return. Rest. Receive,”
You call again.
“I long to rise up
to show you compassion,”
you sing.
I stumble. Fall. Break. Fail.
“Return. Rest. Receive.”
Still you call.
“My arms are wide open
with mercy, with help, with love. Return.”
This post is from Juanita’s book: Grace Rises