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The man calls out,

"Christ, where you lead me,

I will follow.

What you feed me,

I will swallow."



I have said these words in church,

Not paying much attention--

To how I would literally end up,

Praying for God to reveal his purpose for me---





Again and again,

I have heard his calling,

But have trembled in fear of the wrath of man,

So much that I could not open the Bible.

Treasured pages of scripture,

The words of Christ,

The parables, the Psalms, the Gospel,

Got used to demean me, to guilt me, to belittle me,

Into a relentless self abusive cycle.

God would have nothing to do with me,

Man made sure of that.

And I had heard it so much--I believed it too.



But now, without my knowing,

I recited a prayer that resurrected a charge,

A decree by God Himself.



I've known for so long what he has wanted.

I've ran away farther than any thought could take me,

And still God has found me.



He has led me without my noticing,

He has filled me without my knowing,

He has led back to the table to dine with Him again.

THERE, at the table, there is "No MAN",

That will be able to put his power to rest.



When I fear and am afraid,

All his angels come to me,

Rest their hands upon me and without doubt,

I hear:



"FEAR NOT, FOR I AM THE LORD YOUR GOD."