I find my human logic pulls me
In the opposite direction Christ has prepared.
He says, “Follow me.”
And I happily reply,
“Thank you for the invitation, Lord.
As soon as I sell my stuff, give my notice
And write a few last minute letters
To friends and missionary supporters, I’m there.” Then He stops, turns slightly toward me,
His gaze penetrating my soul,
And extends his tanned and calloused hand,
“Follow Me!” Now I get it.
He means right now.
Tears flood my face
But my Spirit soars
As I take His hand.