I was beginning to make His words about others
Not recognizing that abiding
Under the cover
of His wings
Was entirely, but not alone,
For me.
I could pray and hope that
The mountains be removed, but
This was something, something, only for you
No sin of yours was too small
For His sacrifice to bear,
When it came to turning the Word on myself
My prayers began to fail.
With little hope, little trust,
Not believing
That my deliverance too was a must
(or truly possible)
And of course the lack thereof
Leads to everything falling short of love
No encouragement enough
Pity parties were now an
Every other day must
My life began to be
Tougher than it had to…
But Christ is good
And He is faithful
My safety
Providing shelter
The thoughts come and
I weather, through Him,
Against the storm.
I’m beginning to make His words about me
Recognizing it is I
Who will be dwelling
In the secret place of the Most High,
Truly real,
I shall abide
Under the shadow of my
Almighty
God.
He is my fortress and
In Him will I trust
I’m finally understanding
His unfailing love
Not just for others
But for me
I hope you know
His words stand true
For you, entirely,
But not alone, too.
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