Walk Close Beside Me

She has no glass around her now. She knows the deep blows of frailty and ease in giving up. Gently, she reveals her heartache, sweeping back her thin hair and with it her fear and timidity. Always the waiting, she has chosen what is good and refused to be calloused. I see in her  the brink of restoration, like green peeking through the ground in Spring. 

She refers to him as lover. No, not this broken man, but this One who beckons her to follow. She sees vineyards ahead, knowing His promise is unchanging. The vows he made to her long ago, were said and done, forever to be kept by His undying love. His eyes are set on hers as he leads her along this dusty valley road. Though she often looks away at passerby's, his strong arm pulls her in once again. Into this forever, in just a little while. 

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He will allure her, 

He will pursue her, call her out. 

To wilderness, with flowers in his hand.

She is responding, beat up and hurting,

Deserving death. 

Offerings of life are found instead.

She will sing, she will sing, O to You.

She will sing as in the days of youth.

As you lead her away,

to valleys low,

to Acres of Hope. 

Here in the Valley,

walk close beside me.

Don't look back,

for love is growing Vineyards up ahead.

You have called me Master,

I know you're in the dark here.

Call me Friend,

and call me Lover. Marry me for good.

{Acres of Hope, Shane & Shane}