HE IS

He is His Blood. So what sin can hold me back from coming to Him?

He is my confession - so what amount of words can I say to be

forgiven?

He is the relentless pursuer, so how far will I go seeking that which seeks me?

He is the bearer of my pains, so how long will I continue carrying that which is not mine to bear?

He is acute acceptance - a bleeding wanting of me, so how long will I continue mingling in my self imposed rejection?

He is everywhere, present here now with me! And His eyes seek for me, so how long will I continue ignoring Him Who is right here with me?

He is the bliss that blinds me from my sorrows, so how long will I continue nursing my downcast heart?

He is my present resurrection, so how long will I continue crying out and telling Him if only you were here, my dead Lazarus, would be alive?

He is the fullness of WORDS, so what amount of words can I say to impress Him?

He is Holiness itself, so how long will I continue trying to chisel myself into being Holy?

He is the Potter, so how long will I continue trying to mold myself into something?

He is Heaven itself, so what better Holiday resort is greater than Him?

He is the peaceful sleep, my rocking arms into sweet dreams. My sleep beams in His light. Where then is the boast of my nightmares?

He is Here! What more would I want. He is Jesus, the ever smiling One.

~ Michael Aviel