Going
Going? Luke. 14:25-27, 34.
Bear foot, I look to bloody prints. To go?, to stay?, to sit at ‘’peace’’? He who knows, knows what’s best. To leave behind close kin? To haul a cross which chaffs the skin? At these I rest to count the cost.
Will I follow? & accept? The invite to create fresh life? To dry the brine, release the salve? Luke took his up & paid the price, He did not wait to roll the dice.
A covenant made in heart, fulfilled, Not by my strength but in His will.
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