The Journey of Synchronizing Heart Beats
Friday, October 26, 2012
"Reflecting Into Remembrance"
I can see the dress...
It's white gold embroidery
Clinging to a flowing ocean
Cream
punctuated with pink promises
Now I see the body...
Designed to be loved
Created gracefully; full of strength
Nothing lacking even to the last curve
A reflection of a master artist
And now My eyes...
Intrigued and wandering
Seeing clearly without blemish
A sculpture that is pure
An artistic piece in motion
Risk...
I dare say it in confidence
Sacred and worthy; priceless
Precious; cherished and gazed upon
A reflection of royalty and purity
Truth...
Not an orphan, abandoned, or forgotten
But adopted, held, and remembered
Safe and sound;Bold and beautiful
I will not forget what I look like
27:8
Finally receiving the comfort
The boldness of Your grasp
Oh, the strength of Your arms
That lasts longer than just a moment
Encountering Your beating heart
The fathomless waters of eternity
Pouring from your divinity
Into your purposed creation
Like a gravitational pull
Your universe draws me in
Acting like a magnet to this heart
An intentional force inviting me into completion
This passion burns all in it’s way
No deception is given voice
Not even the darkest death filled being
Nothing can block pure untainted Love
So here the invitation stands
Bold letters of importance
A gift, a challenge to risk
To behold my purpose and RISE.
Finally receiving the comfort
The boldness of Your grasp
Oh, the strength of Your arms
That lasts longer than just a moment
Encountering Your beating heart
The fathomless waters of eternity
Pouring from your divinity
Into your purposed creation
Like a gravitational pull
Your universe draws me in
Acting like a magnet to this heart
An intentional force inviting me into completion
This passion burns all in it’s way
No deception is given voice
Not even the darkest death filled being
Nothing can block pure untainted Love
So here the invitation stands
Bold letters of importance
A gift, a challenge to risk
To behold my purpose and RISE.
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