Hand Extended

He gives me every opportunity to come willingly. He extends his hand and invites me in. 

I am allowed to come walking, head held high, eyes lowered in submission.

He accepts me when I come crawling on my knees

wanting like he wants me to be.
There is never doubt
he never wavers and there is no hesitation in his hand
no conditions on his love
he knows that I will come
much as I have always done
when he shows me the way home.

 

 Sometimes the place he calling me to is warm and comfortable, other times it's a place made of fire and ice, it smells like leather and feels like cold steel across my skin.

In this place of fire and ice
He consumes me.
He extends his hand
offering redemption
pain
love
laughter and tears
a place to spill my fears and lap up my tears. 

As my soul catches on fire and my being drifts away on the smoke
as I float in his flames
consumed
never to be the same
I accept his offer to come crawling
to view my life with him from my knees.

He extends his hand and invites me in
he beckons me to walk into the flames
for him
to him
with him
and he takes me in his hands
keeping me
where I was forever meant to be.