Reflections
I wrote this when I first heard God asking me to rise and follow Him. I dreamt
the poem and in the middle of the night I wrote it down.
I still have the journal it was written
in.
Saviour I see you
Even re writing this brings me to
tears.
When He calls, and we answer ‘send
me’ we enter a very dangerous
covenant with Him.
One that we can easily get out of,
just by saying that we can go no
further along the road of
servanthood, humility, trauma, heart
ache, sacrifice, love, joy, hope,
mercy, truth etc, and He understands
because to travel like this is to
experience first-hand all that Jesus
did, right up to the point of His death.
He will release us in love and we go
on, but we go on as very different
vessels. Touched by His glory.
I haven’t asked to be released from
my covenant to Him.
I see you and I touch your
hands,
I press my hands against
yours and your head leans
against my face,
I feel the crown of thorns,
I smell your sweat and blood.
Saviour as I am with you, you
whisper to me “I love you this
much”
As you say “It is finished” your
blood and broken body passes
the baton onto me.
No, my LORD my GOD, it is
not finished.
I will with all my strength run
my part of the race,
I will take your risen hope and
pass it on.
Seeking out new people who
will begin to understand the
wonder of the cross,
I will look through their eyes
and see you looking back.
All for you LORD
I have prayed LORD your will be
done.
So, as I go from being a full-time
priest in charge, to a priest without
walls or licence to preside.
I am trusting Him.
Above all else I can hear your
still small voice asking,
“who shall I send”
Send me .
I am hoping in Him, I am leaning my
face against His and knowing that it
is not finished.
Lesley-ann +
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