The angry mob

I am easily pulled away from you, Lord. 

I picture the temptations of this world like an angry mob in the streets,
pulling me away from You by one arm,
while I reach for You with the other. 

I look toward You, desperate to stay with You; 
my eyes fixed on You,
my hand reaching for You,
knowing that as long as I can see Your face,
I will want You above all else. 

Capture my gaze, O Lord. 
Rescue me from the angry mob! 
Take hold of my hand so I don’t lose my way!

I sit with You each morning and see things so clearly.
Then by evening, I’ve lost the truth and exchanged it for lies….



Copyright 2011, Julie Engler Miles