Come Follow Me

This weekend, I wrote a poem. I know the message was inspired!



Come Follow Me

There is a place within our heart
A man will sometimes go
A place so deep, a place so dark
We feel no other knows.

The lonliness we go through there
Pulls down our hearts
Drags down our minds
To the very depths of deep despair.

There was another, once,
Who felt the salf-same pain:
Gethsemane He faced alone
So eternal life could be our gain.

The friends with him sat idly by
While kneeling, praying
From every pore he bled -
And to His father He did cry
To remove this cup instead.

We cannot ever comprehend
The pain He had to bear:
Nor the agony He faced on Calvary's hill
He struggled through
To comlete our father's will.

So when into our hearts we go
To that place of darkest night
Our Savior wants us to recall
He paid a price already -
To make our burdon's light.

The simple invitation of
"Come follow me"
If we will just accept
Will fill our hearts with joy and peace:
And remind us of His love.