Turn me back, Lord, to my first love for you,
Show me where I am prostituting and wandering,
Exchanging your faithful tenderness for fickle infatuation,
Moving away your unfailing constancy to fatal distractions.

Seductions surround me with enticing froth,
Broken and bruised by them I limp along the road of life,
Yet I know not why I am so easily drawn to their burning flame,
Knowing well they singe me quick, lewving me scarred and a black mark.

You woo me with solid substance and everlasting grace,
Anchored on the firm foundations of your eternal nature,
That ever works only for my good, and not to my harm,
Why then do I not make my heart fully yours, and help it be fully yours.

Capture me, Lord, and free me from the shackles that entangle me
Deliver me from self and flesh that choke the life out of me.
Walk me down the narrow road, with my eyes fixed on you,
Let me your love slave be, trusting you to keep me true to you, all my days!

Wrote this after reading and meditating the book of Hosea in the Bible

*Pics courtesy Google images



Abby, stop sulking. Come along.
You said it would be fine, Leah. Its not!
Of course it is. I love all this walking!
Are you kidding me? We were safe inside. You said it's better outside!
You were the one cribbing and couldn't wait to get out!
I didn't know what we won't have! What we would go through!
Just wait. It will get better, don't worry. At least no one is watching us constantly!
I liked that at first, but now I am tired. Of wandering!
I love it all, our freedom!
I miss it all, especially the bread!
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Kelvin M. Knight