Returning Hearts to Him

I see her today.

Tall one.
              Face pale with worries One.
                                              Unemotional.
                                                           Broken willed One.
                                                                           Past following her around like weight pressing down One.

And joy has no outlet…quenched by self-reliance.

Hope to please. Must do’s.

And it crushes me.  The knowledge of this broken one….
                  Once free.
                                         Face planted.
                                                                         Hands lifted.
                                                                                                        A worshiper….like me.

Now walking in shadows of pain….from broken hearts…and broken people….

Desperate for hope….apart from the place we used to worship.

And I watch it crumble.  This tower once home, I loved so.  

Pastor led away. A people dismayed….webs cast of pain….

And my heart breaks for what was.  Testimonies.  Healings. The power of His love…

That brought me to my knees…The moment I walked in.

His house….when it was built up…

A camping ground of grace……the desperate faith of broken people.

Yet, I know the Word.  Revelations 2….how in the last days….He purifies the church.  And how from the least to the greatest…

We have a choice.  Repent….turn from your wicked ways….

Or suffer from a life apart from any hope of truth.

And I cringe thinking of….how the Bible predicts……The Fall.

When we look to any other besides Christ.

…..Instead of the footprints of The One….calling us farther….

Forward.  Up.  Apart….

From a life of need to’s.  Have to’s.

And I know…

The one church builder is the cross. The only building maker…..is the blood…..of Jesus!

Oh, the sweet name…..of Jesus.

So, I thank Him….as I drive past seasons long passed….

The church I love.  The boldness of outcasts.  Broken.  Unafraid to worship.  Pray.

And if love could put the pieces of other people back together….. 

Mine alone would be enough. 

Yet, tears alone are not glue…..

And no one can live through another…..Become the saving grace or truth…for those we want to save.

It is Christ alone.  For each.  Individually. 

It’s about relationship.  Christ clinging relationship between Him and me.

So, I walk away.  Leaving pale one.  Hope seeking.  Hurting one….with prayers….

To let go.  Lift her up head and pray….

And in the end…. 

Lord, that she may find….You.