by jennie joy
These words were playing in my head one morning back in May
as I woke from a dream where Jesus beckoned me to follow Him.
He says, “come follow,” and i hear it on the wind
(heart thrilling to be with Him)
laughter in His eyes and scarred hand extended
will i rise? join His dance
that broken souls would be mended?
His hair is tousled in the breeze, building to a tempest
(for love, i will go)
the sky grows dark around Him
clouds sweep in and frame His form
His light remains undimmed by the darkness of the storm