From God ask for an autograph.
In your heart let Him sign His name…
Am I wrong in this call? Am I right
for such a miracle to happen from above?
The world rushes for cheap stars,
wanting their signatures, all for glory.
With a pinch of pride to be filled,
amidst the dazzling noise and earthly clamor.
The Savior with His Holy pen
will leave His words from Himself,
when He does faithful Good,
which He can never forget.
“I was hungry! And you gave Me a piece of bread!
I was thirsty! And you offered Me water!
I was sick, and weak from my ailments,
yet you, even in my misery, saw My Name!
I was in darkness, and you visited Me!
I was a stranger, and found warmth in your home!
After so many closed doors,
yours were open for Me!”
So today, Jesus still signs His name,
and honors His Signature with a drop of Blood.
His covenant they claim to know by heart,
yet they trample it with unmasked hate.
He remains unseen by many.
A star, grounded in the mud of His Spirit.
Waiting, gazing, disdained
in barren hands, and in hearts void of Strength.
And today, as everyone gathers their anger,
where coldness has become the norm and a fetish,
from God ask for an autograph…
In your heart let Him sign His name!
Stefan Glavchev
(Copper Bowl)
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