My bridegroom lifts me up <br />from the world's dark, said <br />Sister Clare, He holds me fast <br />against the world's clutches, <br />His touch heals my deepest <br />wounds, my many failures. <br /> <br />His eyes search me and see <br />me as I am; there is no pretence <br />in His presence, no maybe <br />in His words. He lifts away <br />from the false prophets and <br />lying religions, He shows me <br />His love in a thousand ways, <br />His love has no conditions, no <br />limitations, no world's whims. <br /> <br />He calls me out of darkness <br />with the slightest word, none <br />is worthy of Him, none seek <br />Him as they ought. He seeks <br />me when I am lost, finds me <br />when I cannot see beyond <br />the narrowness of the me, <br />am blind to the reality of being, <br />too lost at times to the world's <br />sad ways. He will lift me up in <br />the Last Days; will save from <br />drowning in my deep depressions, <br />my eyes open to the brightness <br />of His face. I bathe in His love <br />and grace, hear His call even <br />when the noise of the world is <br />at its loudest beat, I shall know <br />His love, feel His tender touch, <br />even when I am sunk in darkness <br />and the wild world's too much.<br /><br />Terry Collett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-bridegroom-lifts-me-up/
