A Thanks...
For Your blood, Lord.
For the holes in Your hands.
That my life put there.
For a Love so pure.
I have to close my eyes tight sometimes.
Because I might burn up in You.
Thank You that You said it.
"COME. FOLLOW ME."
And thank You for the faith You gave.
For me to put my hand in Yours.
And isn't that The Way?
Peter, James and John were fishing.
Andrew was following John the Baptist.
Bernadette was drowning in the dead life.
When Jesus said.
"COME. FOLLOW ME."
Whew.
Thank You,
Bernadette
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