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
Dan Everett 