The Child, The Bride

My precious child, sore-tested

With hunger, banishment and sword

Cast out of home to loneliness

Outlasting by my word

This fire, hot and fierce

This anvil, hard as stone

This faith I planted in you

Is proving pure and true and firm

 

My bride of beauty fair

I have clothed you with my own

While you waited long, expectant

I’ve prepared for you a home

Behold, I’m coming quickly

Make your preparations sure

None other shall possess you

We shall be one, you shall be pure

 

11/8/2014

Reflecting on Iraq…Christians…

The P Words

Set me free for love’s abandon

No longer bound to false affection

Have I not known the truth of love

Was all my story a lie thereof?

 

Set me free from false perception

Look at all through Love’s perfection

Was the beginning true and good,

But distorted by deception’s food?

 

It may be I will never know

The truth of all that we did sow

Or light may dawn some future day

Revealer of some or all our sway

 

The promise is for future goodness

Amazed at all that Love’s accomplished

Rejoice in peace and treasures growing

Announced, established throughout the trying

 

Persistent, patient, persevere

The triple ‘P’ I must revere

Encompassed in that lonely word

Endure, though seemingly absurd

 

 

5/6/2014

Gina Marie