5/28/15

Jesus!

You are.

You are mine.

You are my heart’s desire,
my question’s answer,
my reason for being,
for moving,
for speaking,
for singing.

You are.

You are my rock and my redeemer,
my light to pierce my darkness,
my shield from all that hurts me.

You are.

You are my joy and my salvation,
my hope and inspiration.

You are.

You are my friend and my consoler,
my brother,
my counselor,
my leader,
my Lord.

You are.

You are loving and forgiving,
understanding and all-knowing.

You are.

You are present here before me,
living here within me,
breathing in and through me.

You are.

You are always trying to show me,
trying to love me,
to lead me.

You are.

You are heartbroken by my sadness,
by my blindness,
by my deafness.

You are.

You are longing to come heal me,
to console and carry me.

You are.

You are smiling down upon me,
but wanting much more for me.

And I…

I am.

I am blind,
and deaf,
and mute.

I am.

I am, to me:
broken,
maimed,
undeserving,
unlovable,
failing,
hurting,
scathed,
disordered,
disdained,
stained.

I am.

I am, to You:
beloved,
bright,
and beautiful;
strong,
caring,
blessed,
worthy,
redeemed,
loved and loveable,
talented,
valuable,
precious.

I am.

I am precious.

I am worth dying for.

I am.

I am, in You, FREE.