My Disciples

I came to your church.
I stood at the front
and I looked for you
but you were not there.
You knew that I was to come
and you stayed away.
Was it through fear?
Were you afraid of what
I might do; might say?
Were you afraid of being noticed
or rather
of not being noticed;
afraid that I would not see you;
that others would take precedence
over you;
that you would be counted
unworthy?
My child, My precious child,
I was grieved that you were not there.
The gathering was incomplete
without you.
I missed you.

I have returned
unexpectedly,
unannounced.
I have come again
to ask for disciples;
people who will follow Me,
serve Me, love Me
in this place;
in this city.
I ask for such people to come to Me
I ask
and I look for you
but you do not come.
Is it through fear?
Are you afraid of what
I might ask you to do; to say?
Are you afraid of what
others might think?
Are you afraid
that I will reject you?
Do you still not know
how much you are loved;
how much I want you with Me;
walking with Me;
talking with Me;
working with Me?
I know the plans I have for you
and they are plans to prosper you,
not to harm you;
plans to give you hope
and a future;
plans that I want to share
with you.

I will come again.
And this time,
when I come
I will name those
whom I will call.
Do not be afraid of hearing Me
call your name.
I long for those who hear My call
to come.
I long for you
to come
freely,
willingly,
joyfully.
And then I too
will rejoice


So, when you hear Me,
do not be afraid
for I am with you.
Look up at Me.
Look into My eyes.
See how much you are loved.
And come.


c Kathleen Wilks