Yes.

A knock on the chambers of my heart
One glance in that direction. Frozen.
Knowing I must turn my gaze away
And return to the one who sits enthroned.
Wrestling with the enchantment of my desire.
Hesitating, I shift my eyes back to the King.
No. I am not disappointed at who I see.
He is enthroned with supreme wisdom and grace
And clothes me with garments of love.
In Him I find protection,
And in Him I am defended.
No need for fear and self-defense,
For here I find rest and peace.
Free from worry and angst,
My troubles are stilled,
And my load is light.
No need for control.
No need to prove myself.
For the King has already proclaimed, "Yes."
Yes, I am accepted.
Yes, I measure up.
Yes, she is adored and honored.
Yes, she is beauty.
Yes, she is fulfilled in love.
Yes, she has power and value.
Yes, she has significance and purpose.
She has freedom to be.
She has freedom to live.
I am her Sustainer, Victor, Provider, Everlasting Peace, Healer, Counselor, Defender, and Lover.
Need I say more?
She is spoken for.
Dare anyone speak that contradicts such truth?
For justice will be granted.
I delight in her smile and relax in her belief.
She is strong in me and will proclaim freedom to the captives.
I am her God and Master.
I am the Creator of all things and in her I live.
She is my beloved.
And in me she is secure.

Identity

Designed for this I was,
Though seldom I believe.
Dare I hope to want,
The raging thirst within?
A path marks my destiny,
Yet trust is what I lack.
To wander through the desert,
Blind with endless doubt.
The promise remains,
In Him I am complete.

Hush

Quietness. Laughter.
Free blessings of living.
A touch. A smile.
Bring comfort and warmth.
Tears. A memory.
Bittersweet gifts to the soul.
Gratitude. Tenderness.
To a life well-deserved.
Truth. A moment.
Whose command demands life.
Confusion. A call.
The battle is not mine.
Darkness. A setting sun.
Words spoken release light.
Peace. A hush.
His arms encompass me.

Small Faith

In conflict. Again.
An inner debate within the rumblings of my heart.
A question. Simply.
Yet stirs up love and hate, hope and fear.
A choice. Still.
Acceptance shows love, but betrayal in the midst.
Questions. Continue.
To deny bequeaths anger and diminished hope.
A belief. Possible.
To long for more, yet pregnant with doubt.
The storm. Ceases.
A ray of light from only one sun.
Faith. Small.
One step on water, He's guiding my way.

Blob

Sadness. A big blob.
Puddles on the floor.
Hope dismounted in disarray.
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To find a hiding place
In the shelter of a friend's voice
Despite the brokenness on the floor.
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Around me lay the pieces
Of frustration, anger, and pain.
Disjointed by fragments of love.
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Wrestling with an angel
Pursuing answers in the midst
Believing yet shackled with bitterness.