by Rachael Krumpe
The island of myself
It’s where I want to be.
It’s where I feel safest,
Just my Jesus and me.
And sometimes that’s okay,
To rest awhile at His feet.
It’s here He takes my heart and holds it,
we just listen to the beat.
His fingers heal the bruises;
The breath of His whisper melts my fears.
“Have courage, my child,”
Are the words my heart hears.
As my heart rests
In the tenderness of His palms,
Strength is restored
As the storms of life He calms.
“You may rest a little while,
On this Island of Myself,
But if you lift your eyes
To all the pictures on My shelf . . .
You will recognize a few faces;
They are people we know and love.
And I’ve put them in your path
Because I know you’ll point them to above.
So take my hand and I’ll help you rise.
This short rest must be enough
To give your heart the courage
To face a world that is so tough.
I know I am pushing you on,
But there is an urgency, you see.
For the world is too much in their hearts
And there is not enough of Me.
So as we depart your Island of Myself,
Know that I go with you,
(You must trust Me with this fact)
For together we have so much work to do.
May this short basking in My love
Give you heart confidence to erase all your doubt
And show them that their true treasures are in heaven.
Eternal life in Me is what it’s all about.
My grace will cover all their missteps.
My truth will set them free
From the lies they believe
Preventing them from becoming all I mean for them to be.
The same is true for you, dear one,
As we set off on this race.
Grace and patience will help you deal
With all the agony you’ll face.
So as I lead you on toward redemption,
Take their hand and lead them too.
For it is in your journey they will see
My healing hand in you.”