When the Escalator Beckons

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

His mother called his name, and he looked up;
But then continued toddling on his way.
She watched with careful eyes, as he approached
The escalator leading him astray.
He heard her call again, but oh the fun
Of stepping out onto that moving floor.
Beneath his bouncing curls, he couldn’t sense
The danger in his wanting to explore.
But just as he approached his chosen path,
His mother grabbed him firmly by the hand;
And spoke his name, more sternly than before,
A warning she hoped he would understand.
And isn’t that the way we sometimes are;
Determined to step out, all on our own.
We sometimes even hear God call our name,
But don’t seek out the safety of His throne.
Instead, by worldly charms we’re drawn away,
So blind to where our chosen paths may lead
That we don’t see the looming danger till
He firmly grabs our hand, to make us heed.
And at the time, it may seem cruel or harsh;
But if we could just see through God’s own eyes,
We’d wrap our arms so tightly round His neck,
And thank Him that He’s loving, good, and wise.
Then maybe next time, when we hear His voice,
We’ll listen, and then make a wiser choice.
“The gatekeeper opens the gate for him,
and the sheep listen to his voice.”
John 10:3a NIV
©Lisa DeVinney, January 2011

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