A crater in my soul
the enemy had been busy digging, emptying out
all that was of my identity.
The knowledge of how
fearfully and wonderfully I am made
back then a pale reflection of the swan
held up like a mirror
to scorn the ugly duckling.
I've come far
since He found me in a desert land,
the empty, howling wasteland of my loneliness.
I've come far
since He surrounded me and watched over me;
I've come back to life
since He guarded me like the apple of His eye.
The miracle of love:
nothing before Him, no-one without Him,
today, redeemed, I rise and fly over the waters of his grace
Thursday, October 09, 2008
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