and refused to let go
even though what they were
clinging to so tightly
was only a shadow and an illusion
a false and fleeting distortion
of what the dreamer dreamt them to be
In
fact they held on so tightly that
in the end it had to be torn away
pried from their tightly clenched fists
And
when it all was over and the dust had settled
they recognized that what God was freeing
them from
and what he had for them to receive
was what they most desperately wanted all
along
He
was giving them the gift of their true selves
Let
them give thanks to God for His unfailing love
and His wonderful deeds for men
For
His passion for us will not allow Him
to let us settle for less than
all of the beauty and delight
that was in His heart and mind
when He
dreamt us into being(Note: Periodically I find it a helpful practice to try and write a psalm; something that speaks for where I am, or speaks to what God seems to be up to within or around me. This piece came from a retreat where I was spending some significant time in Psalm 107. It is my little portion.)
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