Remembering and recalling what the call was

The simplicity adds to the absurdity of forgetting

Recalibrating and resetting the cost now counted

‘Follow me’ He says

Turn, turn from my way

No longer a dead fish in the river flow

Dead to self, alive to grace

‘Follow me’ He says

Stooping low to pick up the cross

His hands already pierced, am I ready?

Gentle in heart, pure in love

‘Follow me’ He says

Innocence now prescribed to the guilty

O how clean, O how clean!

Identity realigned, hope reignited, the call again

‘Follow me’ He says

What other way could there be?

My maps had failed, my compass broken

Slow, yes I’m slow, but I see His face

‘I will follow’ I say