Heartbroken Father God looks at you
He sees all the pain, the fear, and the rejection…

Your heart – ripped open to the point of death
Death – attracting all kinds of filthy animals
After a while only the stench remains
repelling everything but the flies
seeking a place to lay their eggs

Softly His voice echoes:
“Come to Me and I will give you rest”
“Find your delight in Me!”
“I will give you what you need”
“Come, come to Me…”

Fear and unbelief:
the snare that drags you down,
draining your power and strength…
But fear remains the killer…

“Come to Me”
“Come to Me and I will give you rest”
“We have to Guard your heart with all diligence,
for out of it leaps the issues of life”
True life calling you “Come… come away with Me”

©Thomas Dreyer