Your hope is the thing I hold on to
When I have nothing else
When cherished ones I've clung to vanish
I run to you, Lord
Many say you are unreachable and distant
They say that you will not touch a mortal heart
But when I run to you in trouble screaming, "Sanctuary!"
I am ushered into your mighty love
I am yours
And in all my distress
You are there
Your voice is my safe place
I have no other security apart from you
Your embrace is my shield
You protect me from things that pass my understanding of pain
Your love is my authenticity
You are reality
And, dear Jesus, you are also the true fairy tale.
You are always constant
Reminding me that your Hope isn't just a feeling or a wish
It's a promise
A promise that was paid in blood and sacrifice
A promise that died and rose again
A promise that protects me
A promise that is my shelter
Oh Lord, you are My Promise.
This is partly inspired by the psalms of David (they're so amazing) and partly from lectures I heard this past summer about Tolkien's essay about fairie tales. Read the book of Revelation in the Bible.... It seems like something out of a story book; Jesus on a white horse, dragons, angels... And yet it's all true. Jesus is our true fairy tale.