Oh, savages at war, unclaimed by joy,
Fear not to come to Jesus now and rest.
Behold His scars. His call is not a ploy
Rigged up and set to hurt you more. He wants to bless
Old-before-their-time ragged spirits and
Keep their weary hearts next to His because
Each person is a gift from His own hand:
Not trash to discard. That was never you.
Healing is with Jesus. Run. RUN to Him.
Everything you could need He wants to give.
Apart from Jesus, life degrades to “grim”.
Rescued by Jesus, you can learn to live:
Turbulent, untamed souls can rest secure,
Sheltered in the arms that help them endure.
December 4, 2016