God is Faithful

Faithful

At long last, my Father!

You have heard my incessant cry—

Sweeping away the tears of sorrow

That I carried in my soul

To replace them with the waters

Of pure joy.

I saw my sins—

Once perceived as ever new—

On my savior’s cross

Long-since covered

In Christ’s redemptive blood.

Oh and how I felt

Such weighty grace:

Christ’s knowledge of me

And his consent to endure all hell

For what I am worth to him.

Abba,

My heart—

The decade-old stone of my grief—

Now thrusts forth poetry with your praise

To experience your incomprehensible love

At last, within its pulse!

Yet again

I wept without restraint,

But this time, my exalted Love,

Your presence surrounded me

To create a wholeness

My spirit had never known.

In your embrace

I released those nights of anguished thoughts,

Those hours locked up in the maze of my self-hate,

And all the unmet yearnings for love.

At long last, my Father!

I have grasped your unseen footprints—

Your stealthy endurance

That moved my endangered mind

Past all threats and pain

To see my soul finally comforted.

Praise be to God!

He is powerful,

He is true,

And he loves me.