Walking With Him

Through swords, fires, and accusations
I shall walk through thorns and broken shells
On scratched and bloodied feet
Each grain of sand is like a needle piercing my soul
But something is calling me…whispering…
Words floating in the dark that I can’t ignore
Maybe I am insane, maybe I am naïve,
Maybe I am a silly heart, or a lost soul,
I don’t really know, but I will follow him,
Because having faith means taking a risk,
That you might be wrong or foolish,
But not doing anything leaves you wondering,
What could have been?
Whether it is a dance through streets of pink roses,
Or a crawl through bole colored mud and bones,
When your heart calls you to do something,
When God whispers in your ear
How can I not? Get up and walk with Jesus.