I Need You, Jesus

"I need You, Jesus, to come to my rescue.
Where else can I go?
There's no other name by which I am saved.

Capture me with grace, I will follow You.
This world has nothing for me.
I will follow You."

Those words taste so sweet as they roll off my tongue. "I need You, Jesus." My cry of desperation to the Lord is not met with fireworks in the background; it's not met with a victorious soundtrack; it's not met with balloons and streamers; it's not met with a "pass go and collect $200." Indeed, none of this is the response that meets my soul's declaration of dependence on the Lord. Instead, I am met with a still, small voice in my soul that proclaims peace upon my weary and troubled heart. In a season of pain, waiting, anticipating, healing, restoration, I am greeted by the God of the Universe. I am led by the Lord of Lords. I am comforted by the Creator. I am healed by the Holy Father. I am loved by the Lover. These burdens that I have been carrying, He says, “Give them to Me, child.” He cries, “I died so you wouldn’t have to carry that.” He comes to me, “Here, let me hold you.” The tears flow from my eyes as I see the reality of His jealousy for me. He doesn’t want me to hold on to the things this world has offered me. Why do I carry these loads that will only destroy me? Why do I devote myself to the things that will turn their back on me? Why do I so often turn my back on the One who offers life, peace, joy, satisfaction even in the midst of tribulation? The Lord is patient with me as He sifts through my soul and begins to pull out all the weeds in my character. Sometimes it hurts. I need You, Jesus. Sometimes I don't want Him to continue. I need You, Jesus. Sometimes I am afraid. I need You, Jesus. Sometimes I am ready. I need You, Jesus. He is always here.