The Call

The heart of the seeker

Is always probing

Always longing

To see

The heart of a seeker

Is always open

Always willing

To receive

The heart of the seeker

Is always ready

Always eager

To know

The heart of the seeker

Is always longing

Always thirsty

To drink

The heart of the seeker

Is always pinning

Always panting

To eat

When a seeker sees

A seeker projects

Hope becomes real

Life becomes new

When a seeker knows

A seeker becomes wise

Knowing the heart of the sought

Losing self to Him

When a seeker receives

A seeker is transformed

Faith becomes a lifestyle

A seeker thrives

When a seeker eats

A seeker grows, from babe to heir

A seeker takes dominion

A seeker thrives

When a seeker drink

A seeker becomes a river

Giving life to others who thirst

A seeker blesses

When a seeker loses his way

Cut off from the love of his guide

Broken from the fellowship of the spirit

A seeker withers

When a seeker loses his light

Huddled in the fear of darkness

A seeker moves from error to error

Tormented by the evil one

When a seeker loses his way

The bright light of hope dims

The power of faith weakens

A seeker looks only to self

When a seeker loses his way

The voice of the evil one grows louder

Shadows pretend to be darkness

A seeker shivers and cries in isolation

When a seeker loses his way

Dreams becomes nightmares

Visions becomes terrors

A seeker loses rest

When a seeker loses his way

A whisper persists in his or her ear

God doesn’t want you, God doesn’t like you

You are damned

When a seeker loses his way

Like a dog howling at the moon

He screams and groans in the dark

As the light moves further and further away

When a seeker loses his way

She finds her delight in cusks and wastes

Her language changes as her mind unravels

Her faulty compass to darkness leads

How would a lost seeker get back on track?

How would a lost sheep find the shepherd?

How would a lost child find his or her way back to the father?

How would the taken be freed?

There is a compass in the heart

A chip of the Father

Etched in the DNA of the son

Alive forever in the Holy Spirit in the seeker

A seeker must turn to it

Press the homing devise with determination

In his or her heart a decision must be made

“Lost I am and found I must be”

A lost seeker need not be begged to turn

A seeker’s heart is stirred from within

Even in the darkest cloud and deepest shadow

His heart will cry “Abba Father”

Are you lost?

I have found you

Come home with me

 “Come, the shepherd, says Come”

Turn now and speak my language again

I never broke my fellowship with you

For once you’re mine, forever you are mine

Wherever you are, please turn and come!