| My Home |
| A child the world endures but doesn't need, |
| a burden, hates herself no less than it, |
| dry-eyed with anguish until one bead |
| small, almost lost on cheeks alit |
| lands gently in a crystal jar |
| caught by the King of Kings, the great |
| I Am--the bright and morning star, |
| "You're not the one who others hate," |
| He says, "Come, listen to Me now. |
| I've gone beyond the world you see. |
| I've made a place for you to bow |
| for you to fly, beloved, free. |
| Your heartsick flesh accuses, reels |
| returns to dust.� I wrote a name |
| for you beyond all this that heals |
| I made a place you can't destroy, |
| where water cleanses--you can cry, |
| and being with you brings Me joy. |
| Your treasure wasn't thrown away, |
| chafed against the others' mold, |
| but stored up safe until the day |
| refined by fire, it comes out gold. |
| Beyond permission, far from "ought"; |
| and "should" and "can't," where ";I don't care"; |
| is never heard.� My child, I bought |
| you long ago, bought every hair. |
| Beyond your weakened, striving race-- |
| beyond your failure, hopeless tears-- |
| sufficient here My perfect grace. |
| My perfect love casts out your fear. |
| Beyond convention or mistake |
| I made a place beyond abandon. |
| United hearts will never break. |
| In this place loneliness is gone. |
| Just wait, My child, 'till every head |
| turns upward to My light, My Word |
| and all My righteous hear I said |
| My church shall overcome the world" |
| She weeps a torrent--yet she sings |
| and sees the place within her strife. |
| Her tears are living water, springs |
| that well up to eternal life. |
| --May 2001 |