This word is submitted by John Bullard (email@example.com)
There comes a point where you must make a choice: Will you draw near to me and listen to My voice? You will decide just how close we will be, I have come to you. Will you draw close to me? I'm looking for a temple that is holy and pure, Where my presence can reside safe and secure. Don't look at the outside, but look at your spirit, Is there a throne where I can come and sit? I'm calling you out; wanting you to be special, For I long to bless you, more than I can tell. Don't run from me; Oh, please don't run away, Forget the past; let me guide you in a new way. Listen to My voice, for I am calling out to you, Come into my presence so I can commune with you. I long to love you and give you part of myself, To use you and take you off the traditional shelf. Draw near my children, let me help you to grow, I want to tell you secrets that only I would know. Don't be afraid to come up to my Holy Mountain, I'll greet you next to my living water fountain.
May we all draw close to Him...