It Wasn't Me

I promise you hope and love.
I dance before you with resurrected hope.
Come follow me; we shall celebrate together and
       be new life.

My cup of living water overflows.
May I splash you?
May I fill you?
May I come and make my home in your embrace?
Can I lead you along a quiet trail, and bid you sit
       down for some tea?

Come, come follow me.

Come and sit and share a meal.
I’ll serve.
Come and fellowship and dialogue.
I will teach, share, and listen.
Come and sit and find some rest.
I will abide and let you breath.
Come, I know you’re broken and weary.
I will heal and restore.
Come and listen to my heart of love.
I will speak softly guiding you to me.
Come, I will be present and never leave you.
I am safe and reconciling.
Come, let’s talk of peace and quiet living.
I offer a way, some wisdom, and life.
Fulfilled life?  

Enthralled? 
Please taste and see that I am true.
I still watch you look over your shoulder wondering.
You think you have to hide your face in pain.
I still watch you rest and wonder.
Feeling your questions are in vain.
I still watch you glance down
        mesmerized by the shame.

But I am peace and restoration.
Indeed, I am life and the way.

It’s not too late.