What is it for?
What does it mean?
Why does she do this,
For a God that’s unseen?
He called her first,
He made her frame,
He designed her life
And He gave her a name.
But, she turned her back.
She walked away,
“I’ll have NONE of this”,
“I’ll find my own way!”
Tears streamed down
As He watched her go
The direction she headed
made His heart sink low.
He whispered,
I’ll be right here – whenever you’re ready
When your done running,
when there is no where to hide
No matter what –
I am on your side.
But she couldn’t hear him,
She had things on her mind
Like fortune and fame
And the life she would claim.
All too soon though,
things started to blurr
She cried out,
though to whom,
she wasn’t sure
“Too fast, slow down,
I want to get off!”
Her voice started to tremble
And fear gripped her heart
The path that she’d chosen
Was lonely and dark.
Again a whisper –
Yet ever so small
From somewhere inside
That familiar call
The still small voice…
Come back to me now
My arms are open wide
Right here in my shadow
It’s your birthright – DECIDE!
Your life – I planned it
Your days – I ordained
My gift to you
The cross where I’d hang
Why did He do it?
What was it for?
The divine shed his blood
My sins are no more.
His voice again – Though a little bit louder
“Your past?
I’ve removed it.
Now it’s your future I see!
I love you my child
You belong with me.”
A new day begins
And a life is restored
There’s a joy in her heart
For new hope is born.
From rags to riches;
Is that what they say?
Do they not know,
From where it all came?
Why does she do it?
What is it for?
Her Prince of Peace
The one she adores.
And yet that’s not it
The story’s not over
There’s hunger and hurting
and evil remains;
A world filled with anger
where streets are blood stained.
Now she knows the secret
It is her turn to share
Jesus – the Truth,
He’s the Light and the Way.
His gift of grace,
It can be yours today.
Do you hear the voice?
Is He calling your name
Are you lonely and tired
of playing the game?
No whispers now…the voice is clear!
“My chosen ones
You belong to each other
To help those who hurt
Every child and his mother
Bring them the news
of the gifts I wish to give them.
Give sight to the blind,
restore the lame
Fight the Good fight till I come again.”
Why do they do it?
What is it for?
The lost should not perish,
if we are Heaven’s door.
~ Donna Lowe
What a great poem…can I pass it on? It’s wonderful to remember where I came from and that He has been calling my name all this time. You know I love you both!