To A Friend Once A Stranger

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.

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12 thoughts on “To A Friend Once A Stranger

  1. A lot of heart, soul, and emotion are poured into this poem. It’s living and breathing; full of redemption, life, and love. Thanks so much for sharing.

  2. You writing is so tender. I feel like I have to sit still to take it all in! Amazing! I’m blown away! I will pray for you! My parents divorced 3 times and the final time was not pretty but God has made beauty for ashes! He truly has! I love this!

    • Thank you ❤ If I'm being honest, I feel like I have to sit still to take in how everyone has been connecting with my heart. It's a new thing to almost be no holds honest in my poetry and just let if out. 3 times? Whoa. It was hard enough to make it through one and watch the after effects

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