You show Jesus
with the way you hold me.
Words rolling off your grace-letting
fingertips as I recall my story to ink.
I tell of a broken family, where
divorce had sought division eternally.
Where the Devil has spent months
laughing at the twisting of my hands
as I have watched hatred fly
tongue to tongue, even my own,
speaking angrily about a past I have
no desire remembering daily.
How I cry: Forgive us, we know not
what we do.
With you, I freely tell a victory
God has won through our Savior’s
blood, leading her mouth away from
liquor’s cold oblivion to declaration:
You lead, I long to be
a God girl now. Just a friend will not
do, keep me holding on to You
when temptation comes in view.
I share how beautiful this day
becomes, knowing our Father
upholds us all with His righteous
right hand. How we can do life big
because we have a Father who
magnifies our love offerings,
no matter how small. How He has
been my first love because I keep
quiet about dreams He’s making
come true. How He’s smiling over
me, at me, with me everywhere I
look. How He has been my fighter as
I remain still, watching leaves fall
over me a heavenly confetti.
I know He’s rejoicing, singing a song
my soul knows true. I pray He does
the same for you, my dear friend.
Today. Tomorrow. Every day
following, so you may know height,
nor depth can separate love
never failing you.