Tears seem a staple for me right now. I keep having this burning inside of my heart, this love for a people who refuse to accept the outstretched hand I offer, to lead them to a place where they will find satisfaction for their longing. So I keep hoping. Keep waiting. Keep praying and offering. Knowing that maybe one day, the hand will be grasped. Maybe ONE person whom I feel a deep love for will let me lead them to the hope they seek...to JESUS! Sometimes I want to just callous my heart from caring about the broken, the bitter, the hurting, but that would deny the most precious gift God has given me...the gift to feel a portion of what He feels for us every day. Every day we don't spend time with Him, every day we refuse to just accept His love, every day He has to wait on us to come into His embrace and just rest there...He feels the ache of longing. His love is ever-waiting, and He's challenging me to have an ever-waiting love for the one's who need Him most, despite the fact that they consistantly refuse the Jesus-love offered...
Love Ever-Waiting
His heart shatters as He does wait –
wait again on another missed date.
Stood up and shut out,
His heart never entertains doubt
that this is the one
He will love until the days are done,
or the heart He’s won.
No matter the circumstance, to hope He’s clung
that one day His love will come
running into His arms singing surrender’s hum.
So He waits with patience and unending kindness
despite the one He love’s blindness
to the life He offers –
a life more abundant that the richest king’s coffers.
But the one He loves keeps running to cheap imitation,
not realizing there’s a love extended without limitation.
Just waiting…
waiting and never abating…
waiting to be received…
for this agony of unreturned love to be relieved.
He whispers for the one He does love;
and though His offered hand is pushed away with a shove,
over this one He loves He still dances,
moving and singing to passions’ cadences.
Yet, this one He loves keep seeking,
tears spurting, out leaking
to be accepted and embraced;
the one He loves heart is barely holding together, shoddily laced.
This one He loves could have it all…
It’s me, it’s you, this one “BELOVED” He does call.
It’s me, it’s you, He dances for
and sings the lyrics of romances’ lore…
here, waiting with a love that does not fail
for us to surrender to this gale
and be swept into the motion of love true.
He waits to no longer wait for me, for you…
©Krinda Joy, Jan. 4th, 2011 “The LORD your God is with you…He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing." (Zephaniah 3:17); He sings to you, "I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness" (Jeremiah 31:3).
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