
Beloved
I sit at your feet quietly
Adoring
Taking in every word you speak
Finally understanding without any hesitancy
Knowing that I can not ever drink enough of You
And I sit here and fill my whole being up
With Your sweet aroma,
Sweet Rose of Sharon
I sit at your feet
Worshiping
My beloved friend and Lord
Without any reserve, my heart fully open
Content to just be in Your presence
Loving and being loved in return
My joy overflowing
At the wonder of my closeness
To Jesus, the beloved Son of God
Martha is in the kitchen, preparing
She’s fussing and banging about
And getting more and more annoyed with me…
I should be there too; it’s expected of me,
But I can’t leave Him right now!
She can no longer contain herself and with a rush of breath implores-
“Lord why is my sister Mary, not helping?!”
I quietly watch as you take Martha by the hand
I cannot speak, I watch holding my breath
“Martha, dear Martha, you are much worried and troubled,
Can you not see what is important?
What she’s found?
This one thing that is needed, it will never be taken away from her
Ever!
Come and sit down beside Me and learn,
For you too
are beloved
of Me.”
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How beautiful is that place at His feet? And for some strange reason, how quickly we tend to run away from it?
Thanks Jessie, this will serve me well in remembering this strange truth.
God bless,
John.