Knocking

church-doors

Forgotten first love, our hunger is lacking

We’ve left Him adrift in a sea of disdain

He stands at the door, awaiting the asking.

 

We no longer see what with Him we obtain

The Vine feeds the branch, but we want our own root

We’ve left Him adrift in a sea of disdain.

 

Hold tight to the Vine, we’ll rejoice in ripe fruit

Yet faith is belief, expecting in unseen

The Vine feeds the branch, but we want our own root.

 

We say we want God, but there’s a door between

He longs to come and with us break bread

Yet faith is belief expecting in unseen.

 

If we’d just focus on seeking Him instead

The door only opens from inside to out

He longs to come in and with us break bread.

 

We’re filled with our “whys” and our own self-made doubt

Forgotten first love, our hunger is lacking

The door only opens from inside to out

He stands at the door, awaiting the asking.

20 comments

  1. That I would never grow weary of pursuing my first love. I will stand and wait. Abiding in his love and grace. What a beautiful poem Susan. I hear him often.

    Much love Tom

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    1. It is evident you hear him, Tom. That is reflected in your writing. Your kindness and generosity shows with every word.
      Blessings,
      Susan

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      1. Your comment lifts my spirits Susan. When others see the character of our Heavenly Father in us then we know are headed in the right direction. I don’t know if a greater compliment I could have received. Susan I see the same Spirit in your gentle, quintessence humble writing. There is always love and the will to serve others.

        Much love sweet sister

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  2. Peace and joy to you and yours this Christmas season, Susan. May 2015 be a future renewing constantly in faith, knocking and knowing the door is always open.x

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    1. Oh, Anne-Marie, blessings to you and your family as well. Thank you as always for your uplifting comments. ❤

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  3. Dear dirt sister, thought provoking as always, gentle as always, drawing me in as always. Thank you.

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    1. Paul, So many things running around in my head these days. I’ve discovered the best (most gentle) way to say them is in poems. Thank you always for the encouragement, dirt brother. Truly means so much.

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      1. A very peaceful and loving Christmas time to you.

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  4. Beautiful words, Susan. Just beautiful and so very true!!! Thank you for posting this. Love, Amy

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    1. Thanks, Amy. Bless you for the support. ❤

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  5. Lovely poem. :0)

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    1. Thank you, Karen.

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  6. Good one, Susan. I wish you the most wonderful Christmas and may our hearts remain on fire in 2015. God bless you my dear!!! 🎁🎁🎁

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    1. Oh, bless you, too Levi. You ARE the gift, my friend. May God’s peace and joy reign with you and your entire family. 🙂

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      1. Thanks so much, Susan!!!

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    1. You, too, Jennifer. ❤

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  7. When I go to the door, I sometimes look through the peep-hole and see someone else. Surely this isn’t Jesus! Distressingly unsavory. Not beautiful, or even smiling. This is always a challenge for me. Thanks for the reminder!
    Elouise

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    1. We all do it, Elouise. The Revelation 3:20 verse that prompted this poem was written to the church at Laodicea – the lukewarm one that Jesus vomited out. I pray we regain our passion for him and invite him back into our hearts as our first love.

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