Come Hither

It’s often said, ‘Life’s a trip,’
But where are we going?
We’re born slaves in Death’s grip,
And this hard truth’s worth knowing.

For when I was young,
I did not rightly perceive,
The darkness we dwell among,
Will not allow us to leave.

As I grew I discerned,
We’re all trapped in Death’s prison.
Despair came as I learned,
We’ll sink tied to Sin’s mizzen.

We’re all born in a cage,
Wrought by our own sin.
No matter our tears or rage,
We are held fast within.

Hopeless horror consumed me,
As I paced round my cell.
It seems Sin’s cruel journey,
Only leads us to Hell.

But something happened next,
That I did not expect.
If by this tale you’re perplexed,
On this next part reflect.

A great and powerful force,
Smashed through the locked door.
I heard a voice from a Source,
I couldn’t help but adore.

‘Come hither My child,
Be free from Death’s cell.
Grace on you is piled,
For in your place I fell.

Nailed to Calvary’s cross,
Divine blood poured from My side,
Fully paying Sin’s cost,
Love has flowed deep and wide.

The gift to you I now offer,
Is free by grace through faith.
Be released from Death’s coffer;
Trust the Words that I saith.”

With fear and trepidation,
I stepped towards His voice.
For I had no expectation,
I’d be offered this choice.

As He took my hand,
I said, “Jesus, I trust You.
At last I understand,
The only way to be made new.

I searched high and low,
For a source of eternal breath.
Then You came to me to show,
The path to Life’s through Your death.

Lord here, take my life;
Forever I’m Yours.
Forgive all my sin and strife,
My God from whom true Life pours.”

He looked on me and smiled;
Love flowed from His eyes.
Then He said, “Rest, my child,
Bent reeds I don’t despise.”

At last I have found Him,
Or rather He has found me.
Come find rest fellow Pilgrim,
In Him who died on a tree.

King Jesus is the Light,
For whom we’re all searching.
All who trust in His might,
Will under His wing be perching.