My Father kneels at the door, with waiting arms;
I’ve come to visit, seeking safety from all alarm.
I search His eyes, wondering if He recognizes me;
It’s been some time since I’ve sat at His knee.
He lifts me up and swings me around;
“Daughter,” He asks, “Do you hear my heart’s sound?”
“What do you mean?” I ask of Him;
“Your thoughts were surely on the rest of them!”
As I look closely at His face,
I notice a tear has left its trace;
“Why do you weep when I ask You this?
“Daughter,” He replies, “It’s You that I miss.”
He holds me close ’til I can barely breathe;
He begs me to sit and never leave.
“But Father, I have so much to do;
Let me go, You know it’s all for You!”
He looks at me, lowering His head;
Nail-scarred hands, tainted with red.
“I never asked you to do all those things;
Surely you’ve forgotten by grace your soul sings!”
“But Daddy,” I protested, “I’ve fallen again;
“Daughter,” He declares, “Jesus has covered that sin!
Now sit awhile and learn of Me;
Lay your burdens down and you will be free!”
As time flies by I turned to go;
My journey ahead I do not know.
“Trust in Me,” Daughter, “I will be with you.
Just call on Me and I will see you through.”
I cling to His Words, with new zeal for today.
“Don’t forget, my dear Daughter, I AM The Way!”
MT 11:28 – 30 (NKJV) reads, “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”