You took me, Lord,to a place inside myself
where I’d never been before. You took me –
and I’ve been taken with You ever since.
I picked up a copy of Your bookand I can’t put it down, wondering how it turns out,
how all the characters and plot-lines
tie together and reconcile.
You stuck to me like fly paperto some comedic schmuck
in the silent movies –making an enraged fool of myself.
I can’t pry You loose.I can’t get to the bottom of You.
You took me – and I can’t shake Youeven as I tremble and waver
and pitch my prodigious fits. You took me –and I’ve been taken with You ever since.
O child of God, allow Your Beloved the last danceand then, ... allow Him to take you home.