Invitation: A Poem

 

Photo: pencil in His Hand

Invitation

All that stuff entices, it calls to me:

keep wanting, keep buying:

come, worship me

And busyness, it pressures me:

keep going, keep doing:

come, worship me

But now, His call transcends their screams:

Come, ye weary and lost:

Come worship Me.

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Copyright: pencil in His Hand

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