Jesus, Come Near
Brittle and faded
Scorched by this sun at war with my flesh
I am beaten back into artificial air
Jesus, come nearWearied and kneaded
The leaven has nothing to feast on
A spirit too limp to rise and share
Jesus, come nearI smell the mustard plant blooming
His kingdom so near I shake
My callous covering tears
Jesus, come nearLive! He says
Fire unquenchable, I cry
Jesus, come near—Luma Simms
Gospel Grace
But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed.
Beautiful Luma! Thank you for sharing, off to read all your posts I’ve missed. I miss you!
I miss you too! I just sent you an email.
Beautiful!
Thank you, Caroline. I wasn’t sure how poetry would be received on the blog but the Lord was pressing and I wanted to be faithful.