COME TO JESUS MEETING
That heavy, dark presence
Sitting on your throne
Grabbing at my laurel
To claim as your own
It presses on my door
Pushing up on my space
Where TRUTH lives in peace
Eating Manna at her own pace
There's a fire rising on my table
Licking the saints all around
With contentment in LOVE
And no whisper of fear can be found
I return your silver fork
Without a rib to spare
My tree remains, untouched
Because my LOVE has attended to my care.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-27-2025
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2025
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