| There is a doorway to my Fathers house. And Raimament that He provides. Both have names. The first is Thanksgiving... The second Righteousness. I seek an audience with my Father with no other request, except to say "Thank You" You are faithful, understanding, wise, gracious, kind, loving, fierce, jealous, trust-worthy. As I have never known trust to be... I have trusted in thee. It amazes me still, how You have taken a soul that was barren. No-one loved it, no-one dared to even try to inhabit it. But You did. And have begun to transform a broken soul into something that.... I have no words for. I can sing like the thunder as it races across the skies and trembles the earth beneath. I can rain joy to create rivers of peace that flow through me, and radiate love like a lovers carress under the beauty of the pale moon. If ever an elf was, i think never did they posses a magic like what flows through me. This garden that was once named desolate, the land of the forgotten. Thou hast led me through the heartbreak of humility, and lifted me up with words that I am still Your daughter. When I have forgotten who i am, i always have the wonder that is You. And though the path becomes shrouded in darkness, i have always the light of my faith to see me through. Perhaps the greatest gift You have given me. Your love, oh Father, is health to my soul. Your belief in me has caused a belief of my self that makes me want to keep on going...even though i know this is the valley of the shadow of death. One day Great One... One day i shall ask to hug You. One day I will want to sit in Your lap and cry in Your Holy arms simply because it You who holds me. I miss You... And One day, I will be home. Thank You for this hope. Thank You for the hope that is You. 16 May, 2002 |
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