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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