Come! Please Come.

Do you ever find your heart crying out to Jesus, Come.
Come back so I can come home.
Come back because I want to see your face.
Come back because earth is too heavy, sin too real, the dust of my bones weighs me down, Come.
Come, Come Precious One I am ready to stop fighting this fight against my flesh.
Come, Come, Come.

I found myself looking my sinful self in the mirror today and not liking what I saw.
But then I saw the cross and heard my Father's voice.  He says I am forgiven, loved, His, a pillar, His daughter, beloved.  I wanted to go closer to the voice.  I wanted to be done with the open sewage in the gully, the yelling neighbors, the hurtful words of others, my sin.  Instead I heard My Father's voice remind me that He made me and that He is using me and loves me.  I am waiting.  I am watching.  I am ready but... until He comes again to get me I rest in the truth that He has Come and He dwells in me.  I am trusting that these heavy things will make the weight of glory all the more wondrous.  Heaven will be sweeter.

Come Lord Jesus.