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Respect (Rev. 3:20)

A POEM

By Lorraine Bochler Eshleman | November 1986

Gentle Lord, I love You.

You tiptoe ‘cross my heart.

You sit beside me quietly and wait.

 

For years I lost track of You,

But in some quiet hours

I heard Your gentle tiptoe at my gate.

 

And even when I opened

The gate to let You in

You tiptoed in with absolute re­spect

 

Hoping not to scare me

Or make me see too soon

The wondrous, awesome grandeur of my Guest.

 

How do I know You love me?

It is the quiet peace,

The patient way that You will work with me —

 

A Sovereign Who tiptoes

And treats with full respect

The one who could be simply prop­erty.

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