When Jesus Arrives Too Late

I feel like a child, reaching for His hand, urging Him to follow me.

Come on, Jesus! I need You to help me.
I know that You can fix this if You can just get here.
Please, Jesus! I’m begging you to hurry!

And then the moment passes.

The unthinkable happens, and I sink to the ground in despair.
It’s too late—He was too late.

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