Some days ya just gotta write.

That I would hear so clear a blast
To tie my heart and soul to mast
To pursue in haste with childlike trust
And yield to His chased love I must.

For none have hunted like the Hound 

To seek me lost and make me found.
To burn out the chaff of misery

And sacrifice such Love for me.

To deny would be an awful cheat.
A wasted life of vain conceit,
To think myself somehow above
Such true and unconditioned love.

The timeless depth of such great care
I cannot bear, I dare not dare.
It threads through all that I hold dear
It holds me close and draws me near

So then which would be the bigger lie?
To love Him back or never try?




d.c.elliott 9/11/17