A Glorious Invitation
©copyright 2004 Bonita M Quesinberry, R.C. 030404
I was six at first memory of mother,
though I clearly remember brother
and, of course, there was my dad,
a tall and handsome lad.
Oh, but mother was there from day one;
rather, family said, she was mentally undone.
Perhaps, being taken to church caused recall;
for it was there love reigned without fall,
as they taught that Jesus loves me and you.
Me! A little girl not seen, it was true ;
He offered freedom and much gain,
all lacking illness, misery and pain.
He invited me to join Him— at the time,
I was reaching nigh on to nine.
I remember being so happy and excited
as I rushed up the isle, mother not at all delighted.
She tried to prevent me, "Too young," she said;
still, I pulled away and rushed ahead.
Oh, I had so much about Him to learn,
to assure I never, never would burn;
but, I was very young and often fell.
Ah, but He was quick to tell,
then He'd pick me up and brush me off:
yet, never cruelly nor even scoff.
I've known our Lord, now, nigh on to fifty-four years,
through many ups and downs, joys and tears;
in some way broke every law He gave us:
still, Jesus stood by, all without a fuss.
Oh, He corrected me, yes He did!
Until finally, I learned to do as He bid.
There was one time when I felt so terribly alone;
He gently cradled me, His voice a soothing tone.
Another time, I took an overdose of pills;
so tired and wanting free of this earth's ills.
He was fierce, when in the hospital I awoke.
"YOU'VE THINGS YET TO DO!" he spoke.
Finally, I learned all His lessons well;
then, our Lord gave me gifts, I'm here to tell!
Now every day in my assigned missions I labour,
joyously doing the work of my beloved Saviour.
He has said, "Seek me early and ye shall find me."
If you haven't sought Him, He's calling to thee.