The Bride has made herself ready

The Bride has made herself ready

His Bride is a Warrior

His Bride is a Warrior

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Fractured

Fractured



So many pieces of me
scattered and tossed about
like tumbleweed
ripped around by the wind.




I searched for the pieces
so that I could be complete
so that my heart could mend.

I'd find a piece here or there
while another slipped through
my fingers once again.
I grasped to pull the pieces
into a pile
to sort through like pieces
of a puzzle that I just couldn't
make fit.

But a storm would rise
and the pieces I thought I'd found
were scattered again.
Here I bring the pieces
that I could find
and the pieces I could not.

I open my self to Your loving gaze
and Your refiner's fire
and give You my trust
however fragile it may be
and ask you to make straight
the maze that is me.

7/30/11 SRM

Friday, July 29, 2011

Love Without Strings

It's so hard to comprehend a love with no strings,

a love that demanded not that I please.
 I stood on the edge of love for so long,
not knowing that I could come in.


When You opened the door to me,
 I stood at the thresh hold questioning.
How could this be,
when what I thought was love
brought only suffering?


I saw You standing there,
Your arms wide beckoning,
I could not trust a love that
came so free.


I saw You hanging there,
between two thieves,
Your arms spread wide for all to see,
Your eyes spoke to me
as You hung on that tree.

Still I could not understand,
why You would do that,
for me.

How could Your love run so deep
and Your blood run so free,
It could not have been worse
had Your heart been ripped from Your chest,
When all the love You knew
had to look away from You.


But You chose to suffer,
Ultimate Rejection,
A Father's heart was broken,
as the ground trembled,
No greater love had ever spoken.


"It is Finished," with Your last breath,
Your eyes looked off passed time and space,
Seeing the Joy that would soon be Yours,
A final tear slid down Your face.


So here I stand,
at the thresh hold again,
And Here You are, holding out Your hand.
Not so long ago, I would have ran and hid,
but now...I trust, and place my hand in Yours.


The day of Joy before You,
had finally arrived, and for love
that came so freely, I no longer had to strive.
I put my hand in Yours, and became Your promised Bride.

7/15/11 SRM

Gentle Breaking

Gentle breaking
Heart aching
Remembering
How often I pushed you aside
And here I'd find you waiting
Never pushing
Never condemning
Just lovingly patiently waiting

I stumbled through the dark cold world
looking for love
but it was a love I could never find
Not in a world
Where love grows cold
and searching a waste of time

Here I am, no longer searching
For what I had all the time
You broke through to my heart
that had encased in ice
and melted my defenses

Your tender whispers
kindled a flame
that melted my heart
healing my pain.

Down came the walls
scattering the shadows
of hidden shame,
No more sorrow
or sadness will beckon me again.

Your Love broke through
restoring my soul,
redeeming lost time
and giving me hope.
No longer an orphan,
but a child with a home.

7/10/11 SRM