I tiptoed to this place
Full of wonder and wild grace
I passed by so many others
Inherited sisters and brothers
This kingdom has come
His will has been done
The red blood flowed
And made a way for me to be known
I run pure and free
And he truly sees me
This is better than I ever dreamed
A wonderful fairytale is what it seemed
Intentional messy love for me
Has set my destiny
Sealed by scars and a battered brow
I am my beloved’s now.
You have a voice
Broken battered and torn
you rise from the ashes
and behold there is beauty
to tell others this story
is your God given duty
you were a slave
a captive to things of the dark
you walked in lonely places
and experienced horrible things
but you met a savior
who has given you wings
You have a voice
There is a girl waiting
She is waiting to hear
She is hoping for a cure
A little girl so afraid
So unsure
Open your mouth
Whisper it
Find the words
Say it
Shout, Let it out
It is the hope she has dreamed about
It was him
It IS him
He was born,
walked,
bled, died
He was crucified
He came back
He came for her
She is his world
She is his
He fought and he won
And he is the holy son
You can tell her
You have a voice
She is rescued from the cave
No longer a slave to that grave
Find the words somehow
It’s time to speak now.
My feet shuffle the dirt as my legs grow weary
and the dust that my heels kick up make my vision unclear.
My next step is hard to see.
I know where I am headed
but can’t seem to figure out the way the get there.
I ask questions but no one answers me.
Silence begins to muffle my thoughts.
So I try again, shuffle, shuffle.
More dirt and now I am covered in dust
I don’t even look the same
and I began to not recognize myself.
The dust fills my lungs and I can no longer breath on my own.
I feel out of control and panicky
so I sit down and stop trying.
Out of frustration I sit.
And then… the dust settles.
I wipe my brow and begin to see the path I was walking.
My feet never wavered from the direction I was heading
and there I find my future interrupting my rest.
