THE KING IS CALLING
Entrapped,
entangled in a web
A
web of low self-esteem, rejecting, inadequacy
Unable
to see, unable to perceive,
How
delicately, precisely, accurately, intricately
You
were woven by the Masters hands
The
King is calling!
Come!
Come! Come! Out of your Lodebar
Running,
searching desperately
Alcohol,
drugs, sex
You
use as an escape
When
your safe house so patiently awaits
To
shield and to restore you
The
King is calling!
Come!
Come! Come! Out of your Lodebar
Burdened,
overloaded
By
poverty, unemployment and lack
Struggling
to make ends meet
You
forget the pact, the promises he made
He
is your shepherd; and you shall not want
Stand
up my sister
The
King is calling!
Come!
Come! Come! Out of your Lodebar
Beaten,
battered and bruised
Bad
relationships, divorce and abuse
You
wear a mask, to hide and conceal
Those
scars and those wounds
That
lay so deep within
The
King is calling!
Come!
Come! Come! Out of your Lodebar
Daughters
of the most high
Princesses
of the Kingdom
Now
is the time, arise and take your place
At
your Fathers table, where he has supplied your every need
Abundance,
overflow, love, joy, peace, restoration, wisdom
Deliverance,
purpose, grace, righteousness
He
patiently awaits you to partake
The
King is calling!
Come!
Come! Come! Out of your Lodebar
