Desperate Love

Desperate Love

He gazes through our window,
Just to catch a glimpse,
We’ve been so busy
Tending to unnecessary things,
While He stands behind our wall,
Hoping we will stop long enough
To know He’s there.

He stays in the shadows,
He won’t force His way in.
He knocks on our door,
Deep in the night,
Perhaps we will get up
Just to let Him in.
We just turn over in bed.

As we go about our day,
He whispers on the wind,
Have we ignored him so long,
That we don’t even hear, when
He calls to us deep within?

Deep calls to deep,
But we’ve dug a shallow well.
The waters stagnate so we look
For other wells.
Our waters have become bitter,
Can they ever become sweet again?

When once so sensitive
To the sound of His voice,
We’ve become hard, like fallow ground,
A place where nothing grows.
Can our heart become soft again, so that
He will hear our voice once again?

He will come alongside us,
Helping us dig a deeper well,
Breaking up our fallow ground,
So our secret garden grows.
Will we open up, and invite
Him in?

He longs to hear our voice,
He is desperate to see our face,
So he stands outside the windows
Of our heart, if only we will
Let him in.

It took a tree to make the waters sweet,
It took a cross to set us free.

4/2/10 Sheila r martin