CHOICE

Until He touched my face
There were words I couldn't say
Until His love came in my life
My soul began to fray.

Through countless years
Embroidered fears
Had all been sewn in time
Until His love flowed over me
The seams began to bind.

Veils of blackness clothed my soul
And sadness was the lace
Around my heart was
hemmed despair
Until He touched my face.

Tapestries of tears
Were hanging in the halls
And filling every corridor
Were banners of my falls.

Every thread of every deed
Unraveled In His gaze
And one by one, became undone
When He touched my face!

"My child," He said,
"Weep no more,
Take My cloak on thee."
Then He smiled, turned and said,
"Now come and follow Me!"



'Until' By Sharon Frye © 2003
Used with permission.

Heroes Of The Heart

Give Thanks - Don Moen