Come Rescue Me

     As I considered what to post this week, I thought about all the times that the Lord as been there for me. Times he has brought me through a difficulty,  a dangerous time, or a time of a broken heart. No matter the situation, he has always been there, waiting for me to call out to Him, "Lord, Come Rescue Me." Knowing I can't face the time ahead alone. Go with me on the journey with the King as he seeks his lost child.



                                                         Come Rescue Me

     The child cries out, "Come Rescue Me." So tiny in size, few even see the heartaches hidden inside. The enemy knew God had great plans for her life. From the day of her birth, the assaults would not cease on the heart of the child. All radiance seems lost, but, deep in her heart, the desire of a rescue still has a spark.
     The kings on their horses, for her will they search. The trail often blocked, obstructions unseen. One after another, a king rides away. They simple say, "The little girl is lost, no more to be seen. The searching must end, it has cost me to much."
     Then, you see a beautiful white horse, no blemish at all. The King of all kings, rides past the weak kings. "I paid the ransom, to me she has great value and worth. I will find the child."
     The enemy band now sees the King of Kings, with the Angels of War at His side. In a great panic, one by one they begin to flee. Not one will remain.
     The child wants to cry out to Him, but, then, seeing the King in all His glory, she hides. Dressed in the dirt of her past, revealing her life. Bowing her head in shame because of her guilt. "I was not wanted except for abuse. My life has no value or worth. Why, would He come to rescue me?" Yet, He sought after her, to give her new life.
     To the angels the King said. "Take my child to the palace. She is to share in all that I have. Prepare a great banquet, a feast to behold. Gather the gowns, fit for a queen, and a crown to be placed on her head. But, the very first thing, she is to be bathed in love, washed whiter than snow. She is to be washed in the blood of My Son."
     "Yes my child, for you I have come. I'm taking you home. You are the bride of My Son."


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