Holy Grip

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Last night, the kids and I curled up on the couch and watched pieces of the Gospel of John, a beautiful and word-for-word portrayal of the beloved disciple’s account of Christ’s life. We sat spellbound as we witnessed Jesus slip out of his tunic (He’s in his underwear! Josh had cried),wrap a towel around His waist, and lovingly wash his disciples’ filthy feet. Even my smallest ones didn’t speak or wiggle as the images of the Last Supper came to life on our basement big screen. 
 
When we were finished, Hannah looked at me and said, “I will ALWAYS follow Jesus, Mom.”
 
“Me, too, darling,” I echoed. “Me, too.” Because Jesus has a HOLY GRIP on my heart…
 
 
 Holy Grip
 
Jesus has a hold on me.
He claimed my heart on Calvary.
When He reached out from that cross,
All my gains became but loss.
So now I strive for just one goal,
That I might love with heart and soul
The One whose holy grip on me
Has loosed the chains and set me free.
I’ll follow without doubt or shame
The nail-scarred feet that bore my blame.
Wherever Jesus Christ may trod,
My steps will chase the Son of God
He’s no fad, no short-lived craze,
No temporary childish phase.
He’s the Source of my fresh start,
The Path that leads to God’s own heart.
In His grip, I’m free to grow,
Because He’ll never let me go.
And I will, ‘til the very end,
Cling with all my strength to Him.
 
-Alicia Bruxvoort
 September 22, 2003
Alicia

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