Abiding

When I am in Christ
Conscious of Him
Leaning on Him
Abiding in Him

Then I am my best self.

I have access to all that I need
And I will bear much fruit.

The enemy’s strategy has always been
And always will be
To sever me from this communion –

To rip me out of my savior’s arms
-- At least in my own mind –
And to strand me on a desert island
Of self sufficiency.

To make me believe a lie
That real, actual abiding is impossible
Or impractical;

Or limited to a few choice encounters with God
Per day. Or per week. Or per month. Or year.

To cheat me from the richness
Of a perpetual, purposeful abiding
In my savior’s arms

Will I settle for less

Than a life filled with,
Drenched with God,

Seconds full to bursting
With the Lord my God?

Or embrace Him hard:
A clinging so desperate,
So primary,
That it changes

Everything.
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Author's Note: 
This poem was inspired by the writings of Frank Laubach. 
You can view some of his writings here: 
http://www.durrance.com/laubach.htm