Healing Restoration
i step outside of myself,
into a world, a world where everything around me is nothing,
and the only true thing that still stands left is my one true God,
what is real,
what is fake,
i abide in love for his names sake,
my eyes are shattered,
and my vision blurred,
only parts of my spirit here on earth to be stirred,
i cannot grasp the immense enormity of my master,
still i love, still i hurt, to know more,
the depth of his love, marked in stone, i am sure,
my own way is not his way,
in solitude and in prayer with him at the end of my day,
as busyness and chaos take up my time,
thoughts of unwanted circumstance fills my mind,
i must release,
i must unfold,
here, everything on earth is nothing when it comes to my soul,
my love for you, Lord, is truly what matters,
through fears and tribulations, or when life seems shattered,
there is a private joy,
a very private real God,
who swoops me up into his arms, when life gets too hard,
as i loose focus for a moment, he gently embraces me,
what feels real here on earth is only what our eyes choose to see,
some pages are still emptly, he said, let me write in your book,
for there will be no need to search, there will be no need to look,
my god accomplishes the impossible,
using pain to bring me healing,
allowing rejection to restore my acceptance,
i cannot understand such irony, while the lord writes the script of this play,
his words fill my spirit, and he'll instruct me what to say,
so i sit back and observe with an open heart,
for god knows my charactor, and he plays the main part,
this part, this love that will never cease to die,
the greatest love of my heart,
the greatest man of my life
Copyright © Cortney Bartholomew | Year Posted 2008
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