I woke up wanting not
rush Your arms away,
holding onto my shivering body
under white blankets colored snow.
Outside temperature almost
matching this throw.
I turn over, reading promising truth
I can’t let go: Your grace surpasses
my own. Your power works best
inside my step-step-pause motions
I am weak to better see Your smile
through a woman I hardly know.
She speaks with lilt upon each finger
stroke, painting pictures only Love
colors with first grace. I cry reading
how her daughter has lost belief,
watching her bones break,
many diagnoses she never asked
receive. Many years, I have doubted
depth of a Father’s love could go to
death for a crippled frame as mine.
One day, He found me in the middle
of a sleepless night on my best
friend’s floor, swaddled in a sleeping
bag, whispering: I forgive you,
I forgive you, I forgive you. For every
mistake. Doubt. Time spent angry
with grief I bring unwillingly.
My compassion has been upon you,
as My hand continually leading your
right. I have been residing beneath
desert sun, hot on my forehead. I’ve
blinded with the shine, crying,
God, what have I done? I’ve made
a mistake. I’m a mistake, too. You
can’t love me. Not with this
brokenness breaking my heart, from
out turned feet producing these
crockpot paced steps. Nor division
of my family. No, no, no, You can’t
look on me with pity.
He spoke dulcet, Darling, these
things do not define you. I do. You
do not have to know the plans
I have, nor answers only I can give.
I may keep you in a time seemingly
impossible, but everything with Me
He will make your dreams come
burning alive with holy fire you have
never known desirable. He will give
Himself unabashedly, letting longing
fall dewy a spring morn. Come away,
Beloved, your face I yearn to see,
Your voice, sweet as dove’s first
melody. Do not listen to lies pressed
hard against your eardrums by the
thief who comes to steal your joy.
You are enough.
You are worth.
You are upheld upheld by a king
who died an undeserved death,
so you may be robed with glory.
Don’t give up His love,
for your purpose will unfold,
as flower petals, or a snow angel
given her wings by a little girl
moving her arms in a motion
her mother will say came way by
a dear Friend singing joy above.
Author’s Note: This is a poem for MichelleMarie and her daughter. Michelle, I hope you’ll show this to your daughter when she’s old enough to understand fully. Until then, this will serve as a reminder God can and does overcome unbelief. He will overcome her’s through His unmistakable love. ❤ Thank you for coming into my life 🙂