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HIS WARMTH

 
It’s hot outside,
But I am cold,
Bone chilling, icy cold.

There is no warmth to be found.
Objects are just objects, they have no feeling or warmth
You can hold them, but they can’t hold you back.
You can see them but they can’t see you.

What if they could, see you I mean?
What would they see?
Someone cold and hard, icy cold?
No warmth, no loving, no feeling?

Or would they see Jesus, shining through you?
Compassion and warmth
Hands outstretched calling.
Just waiting for His flock,
To hold them,
Keep them warm.

Do you want that warmth?
Where are you, what are you doing?
Running away doesn’t help,
He can still see you
You know you want to stop,
Why don’t you?

Jesus is waiting,
Waiting just for you,
So turn around and walk into His warmth…..

By Maxie MacDonald

Revelation 3 v 20
Behold, I stand at the door and am knocking; if any one hear my voice and open the door, I will come in unto him and sup with him, and he with me.

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