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He Is Calling



You knit me together with Your hands in my mother's womb.

You bent down and breathed Your breath into me.

You wrote all my days when there were none.

You placed me in a garden,

Gave me all I needed for this life.

You set before me the tree of life.


But when the wild creature began to speak to me—

Lying, deceiving, whispering

That You did not care for me—

Your voice I did not seek.

I gave in to deception

And ate the fruit of lies

That separated You and me.


Yet You came looking for me,

Calling, “Where are you?”


I tried to hide and cover up,

But You still pursued me when I was afraid.

You asked, “Who told you you were naked?”

Ashamed and still hiding, I blamed another,

And he blamed the creature.


You promised that one day Your Son

Would strike the creature.

Yet even then, You sacrificed and covered me with Your love

And sent us on a journey.


We kept growing, but the distance remained—

Not only from God

But from each other.

Anger, hatred, jealousy, bitterness—

The wild things entered our hearts,

And we lived in disharmony.


Then You called again.

This time You asked,

“Where is your brother?”

And I replied,

“Am I my brother’s keeper?”

This broke Your heart.


You said, “What have you done?

Don’t you know that though the wild creatures surround you,

You are meant to overcome them—

Not let them rule you?”

Still, You sent me to a place of refuge,

Protecting me from the avenger.


The wild creature kept ruling;

Darkness was reigning.

But You had not forgotten Your promise.

You sent Your Son.

He defeated the creature.

He overcame the darkness.

He lived in perfect harmony with the Father

And with the lost children.


He became the answer to the Father’s questions.

He was in the Father, and the Father in Him,

Bringing us back home.

He took our rebellion on the cross,

The Sinless One slain for us.

He rose again, conquering death—

Clothing us this time with salvation,

Restoring us in His likeness.

Pouring His Spirit and truth into our hearts

To love the Father

And love the children.


And still You call out to the lost ones—

“Where are you?

Where is your brother?”



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