Pursued

You didn't look so intriguing at first glance

took me by the hand

wooed me with every chance

but still I was reluctant.

Your swag had no appeal

relentless efforts to seal the deal

not wanting to fall for something real

cuz then my will...I'd have to yield.

You did not catch my eye

sittin with you, while watching others that passed by

loose from your grip, wishing I could pry

not realizing harder, you would try.

Until I walked away

other gods put on display

Your Word beckoning for me to stay

like the seduction of an entree'.

Pursuit then took a turn

desperate for you, I did yearn

thirsty, panting...eyes to the Son.

Reniging on my chosen course

realizing You were my first

now I harbor no remorse

believing all of Your reports

I am who You say I am

therein lies the secret to my chains

releasing all those bitter pangs

causing me to throw up my hands!

*As I read Romans 11 today, I was enticed to think about my "engrafting" and saw my "chosen nation, royal priesthood" in a different light. Though the passage was deep...the Holy Spirit broke it down in the bite-size pieces he knows I often need and revealed to me more mysteries of my Master...futher helping me see that I am indeed a "friend" (b/c I know what the Master is doing). And tho i cant see the whole picture, I saw enough to cry, "HOLY HOLY HOLY...I am a woman of unclean lips...but I have seen the Lord..."

And this was the palpatation of my heart, after my praise went up.