I will follow you

I wish you could have been there, standing next to me, in the pew on Sunday morning.

It was beautiful. I have had the scene replayed in my mind over and over the last two days.

I had the privilege of sitting next to a little girl, maybe 5 or 6. Her Daddy was standing on the other side of her. We started singing the song, "Rescue."

She knew the words to the chorus.

You could tell she loved to sing. She sang loud. I could hear the band, the worship leaders voice, the background noise of the congregation singing, but through this, the clearest little voice rang out saying:

I need you, Jesus, to come to my rescue

where else can I go?

There's no other name by which I'm saved

Capture me with grace

I will follow you. I will follow you...

I will follow you.

I just keep hearing: I need you Jesus to come to my rescue. I will follow you.

I agree. I need you Jesus.

I always need rescuing. Over and over again self comes back and tries to take a piece back that I have given to God. Every time I need Jesus to rescue me. Where else can I go?

I will follow you. I will follow you. I will follow you.

Why do I have to keep giving it up? The better question is why do I take up sin again? I've been saved. Why can't it all be over with once and forever?

I am so weak.

This world has nothing for me.

I need you Jesus.

I will follow you.