The Call
If Jesus stood before my eyes,
With piercing gaze and calm replies,
And said, “No counsel shall you seek,
Just follow Me, though paths look bleak,”
Would I, in trembling, drop my plans,
Release my grip on mortal hands?
Could I forsake the ties that bind,
To chase the voice that stirs my mind?
“No time,” He’d say, “for second thought,
No weighing what the world has taught.
Your parents’ wisdom, children’s plea,
Must yield now to eternity.”
Would I explain? Would I resist?
Would fear compel my clenched-tight fist?
Or could I leave my nets behind,
And trust His voice, though undefined?
Each day He calls, though not in sight,
Through whispered prayers and storms of might.
The world distracts, but still He’s near,
Inviting me to cast off fear.
Would I deny the worldly ties,
Exchange the seen for unseen skies?
Could faith, like fire, consume my doubt,
And light the path I can’t map out?
For every day, He calls again,
“Step out of boats, walk where I’ve been.
Don’t ask the crowd, don’t seek their nod—
Just follow Me, your living God.”
Could I release what feels secure,
To tread a road, narrow, yet pure?
Or will I cling to fleeting things,
Ignoring Him, the King of Kings?
Lord, if You call, help me obey,
Not once, but every single day.
Give me the faith to trust Your way—
To follow You, come what may.
WoPoLi 
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